DISCLAIMER -House does not belong to me.
"Have you gone insane?"
At the disbelief-brimmed string of words, the man rolled his eyes.
"Nothing new, Chase. It's not like you haven't done this before."
Robert Chase's rage was evident in the way he clenched his eyes shut tightly and took in a calming breath. The blonde remained silent for a moment, and then licked his lips before saying, "He's smart, Master. He'll know."
The older male crossed the distance between them with long strides, and hooked Robert's chin up with a long, pale finger. "Is he smarter than me?"
Their eyes met, and for a moment held on to each other, until finally the shorter male averted his gaze and said with a resigned sigh, "No."
"I didn't hear it. Say it loudly." He gripped the blonde's arm tightly.
Chase bit the inside of his cheek before he could say something he might regret later, "No. He's not smarter than you, House."
A satisfied smile crossed House's face, "Good boy. Now, remember one thing -when he comes here, you won't call me Master. You'll call me House. No one needs to know that we have magic..." House's finger trailed down the shirt-clad arm, and he smirked, whispering hotly over the other's ear, "No one needs to know that the owner of this company is a wizard, and that his employee is his..." He nibbled the flushed ear, "...trainee."
Chase gulped, nodding. His breathing turned slightly uneven, and had there not been chances of other employees barging in, he would easily let his master continue with his... teaching.
But, since there were such possibilities, he took a step back.
"I'll arrange the meeting." Saying this, the blonde exited. Once he was out, he breathed out a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself, "So much for being a Heper."
Since it's just the prologue, I'm pretty sure it's unclear. It might make more sense in the coming chapters, though! :) Please review if you liked it enough.