Friday, 10:48 AM
"Jones!"
"Yeah, Ludwig?"
The hamburger-loving office worker stared up at his boss.
The German leaned on Alfred's desk and studied the younger blonde.
"Have you seen Arthur anywhere today?" He questioned coolly.
Alfred peered over his computer monitor and saw that his British co-worker wasn't at his desk.
"Nope," He replied, stuffing more meat down his gullet.
Ludwig sighed, "Well, do you have any idea where he may be?"
"Nope,"
"Can you call him?"
"What makes you think I have Artie's cell number?"
"Listen," Ludwig shifted closure to Alfred's ear and growled, "Dummkopf, if you don't get off your fat ass and find Arthur soon… you will be very sorry."
Alfred shivered, "Y-yes, sir."
"Gut," The Aryan mumbled and walked off to his office.
"Asshole," Alfred scoffed and pulled out his cell phone.
He dialed Artie's phone number and waited for him to pick up.