"How are you going to tell him?"
"I'm not sure, how do you think he'll take the news?"
He looked at his colleague trying to read her face, eyes darting every inch of it rapidly.
"Not good." She breathed out while shaking her head. He nodded wearily and finally mustered up enough courage to knock on the big wooden door of his boss. It was one of those intimidating oak-wood doors spanning 8 feet high.
"Proceed." They heard his raspy voice from behind the doors.
They looked at each other trying to reassure themselves that it will be fine. The last thing they want is for their beloved boss to get angry like the last time, which ended up with 3 employees in legal custody-now in jail- and a nice trip to the hospital.
They finally turned the handle and went in the massive office. It was a really big office with some book shelves in the side and in between each one was a massive, and not to mention expensive, painting. The whole thing was covered in red-velvet rug and on the ceiling was a modern chandelier. And in front of the massive window was the boss' desk and chair, also made of refined wood. Everything looked like the Queen of England's lobby for crying out loud. His boss was a very retrospective person and likes to keep to himself, that's why everyone respects him truly.
They sat on the cushioned chairs in front of his desk.
There was a long 3 minute silence before Mr. Novak spoke. "What business do you have with me?" he said looking up through his thick rimmed glasses while writing on his desk.
The two employees were a bit startled for a few moments, and finally regained composure. Samandriel cleared his throat. "Sir" he started. "Mmhmm?" His boss ushered on, looking down to write again.
"Well, you see, we did not know how to say this to you, but, we'll be uhh, frank, umm-"
"Mr. Novak, it seems that there has been news from downstairs that Winchester is planning on suing our company." Hannah blurted and after which she immediately covered her mouth. Samandriel gazed at her with wide eyes.
Castiel was nodding the whole time still scribbling on his desk. "And on what grounds did he say will be his basis for that action?" he said, with a slightly irritated tone. This was not the first, and he doubted that it will be the last, time that Winchester has poked on his nerves and more importantly threatened and tried to destroy the company his family worked hard on building. It was only a matter of time that it will be the last straw and Castiel is only inches from his limit before snapping or popping a goddamned vein. Hannah looked at Samandriel mentally telling him 'it's your turn to tell'. Samandriel cleared his throat again and looked at Mr. Novak.
"Apparently, Mr. N-Novak, Mr. Winchester is accusing us, this company of stealing a client and some of the conceptualized ideas of theirs, Sir." He tellingly answered.
Mr. Novak gently put down his pen and placed his hands on the desk and looked at them both as if his eyes were soul-searching.
He simply smiled and nodded to Hannah. "Will you be a dear and fetch me my COO?"
Samandriel and Mr. Novak were left there alone and pretty much Samandriel was in a head-spinning awkward stare off with his boss' untamed blue eyes , he tried looking around the room, but it was futile. The boss had this staring thing and a problem with personal space. But no matter how many times he's done this to every employee, trying to decipher them like a puzzle, he was still not used to it.
After a few more moments, Hannah came in making Samandriel jump to his feet and Mr. Novak looked up.
"Hello my dearest Cassie!" Balthazar, the COO and one of his best friends, said in his rich British accent and came barging in like the office was a runway.
He bowed down exaggeratedly , "How may I be of service, your majesty." he said mockingly with a chuckle both from him and the two employees.
Castiel simply glared at them and Balthazar. "Balthazar, we have a serious issue at hand."
