His blue eyes stared off into the empty space of the office. Thoughts swirled around his mind, seemingly unable to be controlled. Mathias' expression was unreadable. Tom looked up from a newspaper, "Hey, well look at this. Some critic said that he's surprised we aren't at the top of the corporate ladder." Mathias stayed silent as he stared at the ceiling.

"Køhler."

"What?" The blonde murmured.

"I'm talking to you."

"Is that suppose to be provoking?"

"Well then!" Tom made a dramatic gesture and threw the newspaper off to the side, "If you're going to be like that then I'll just show myself ou-" Mathias sighed and sat up in his chair. "I'm sorry it's just... there's too many things to keep up on." Tom sat back down and looked over quizzically, "Are you talking, uh, bad business? I get it, the economy isn't in the greatest shape, but we aren't an empire to be questioned upon." "No, nothing like that. I don't know. It's the stupid little small personal stuff that gets me like this," he rolled his eyes, "I'm over it." Tom laughed, "You sound like a teenage girl. Man up for an hour. We have a meeting about boring stuff with Mr. I'm Too Old To Be Creative." "You mean Greg, right?" The blonde grabbed his suitcase as the two walked out. "Yeah. He's actually some old spy with a really bad comb over. I mean... That guy has some problems."

"Ma-, er, Mr. Køhler," A voice rang behind the two. He turned around to meet (F/n)'s humble eyes questionably. She fumbled with a couple pages of stapled papers. "I have your presentation formatted and corrected!" He thought she heard her mumble something about too many typos. "Thanks, I almost forgot," he took it from the girl and smiled. She nodded and quickly averted his gaze.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~

The door clicked shut. "Glad you made it Mr. Boss," Mathias looked up to see Ron speaking. "I always thought it was my job to be fashionably late," Mathias retorted. He took his seat at the head of the table among the rest of his co-workers. He looked down at the report. A sticky note was stuck to the front page that read:

Good Luck!

With a smiley face at the end. Mathias chuckled right as the meeting began. Greg began, "First let's all go over the statistics. Overall the sales were 30% higher than last month."

"Psst," A whisper come from the right. It was Tom, "Look over at Greg's head." The man sat directly under the air conditioning vent as he spoke. The part of his hair began shifting across his nearly bald head. "Oh god..." Mathias muttered and looked at the nearly bursting out laughing Tom. His friend put his head into his arms to stifle his laughter. Clearly that wasn't going to work. "Is there a problem, Tom?" Greg said sternly. The smile dropped from Mathias' face like being scolding by a mother. "N-No. Not at all, sir," Tom put a hand over his mouth. Mathias felt a bit of guilt, Greg was two positions above Tom. So, of course there was going to be some tension. Greg eyed him then went back to his speech, thankfully.

About a half hour into talking about strategies for stocks it was finally someone else's "turn" to speak. Mathias drifted off again, thinking about pointless things until a strange sort of deja vu took place. A familiar face passed by the room. Was that Samantha? The blonde looked over at Tom just to see his shoulders shrug with the same shock.

That was when he noticed Ron following her figure from his seat.

The group made there way out other than the Dane who trailed behind, "Hey Ron... Why not stay for a sec? I need to talk to you." Tom looked over his shoulder and nodded understandingly to his friend. Business was business. The door closed behind. Ron stood at the table with a sort of unease, "Is there a problem, sir?" Mathias closed the blinds, shutting all curious gazes out. "Ron. I want to be really straightforward with you," He said completely ignoring the question. Ron, sat silently. Mathias sighed and went on, "Why is Samantha back in here?" Ron grimaced, "She's the best secretary we have! We need her!"

"You need her? What in the world has she even done! She's expendable! You onl-"

"If she's expendable then isn't (F/n) 'expenable' too? She must have done something to provoke Sam into that state! Soon she will be a problem for all of us."

"Ron. Do you really expect me to believe th-"

"Christ, Mathias! You might only like her because she's been sleeping with you!"

The room filled silence.

Mathias took a couple steps toward the man, "God damn, you're a complete idiot aren't you?" The blonde grabbed Ron's collar and pulled him to eye level. "Get this straight."

Ron's eyes widened. "I would never do that to her. Now I want you to get you and your little girlfriend out of my building," his grip tightened, "and don't interrupt me again." He let go of the man's shirt and walked out, papers in hand. When the door closed he took a deep breath, 'Thank god that room's soundproof.'

You propped your feet up onto the coffee table as you watched "Ghost Hunters" on television. You guessed this was the result of when you were bored with no work brought home. And this, you were perfectly okay with. Your phone buzzed next to you, a text message.

BOSS, MATHIAS (WHAT SHOULD I CALL HIM?!)

Can I ask u a favor?

You typed back, "Sure."

Can I come ovverrrr?

"Why?"

...

"Don't '...' me!"

...I'm bored... :c

"I guess u can come over."

Good because Im outside ur door.

You stared at your phone. "I should have expected this...".

"Hi," A smiling man said as you opened the door. "I'm sorry and have I -by any chance- missed something?" You poked your head out and checked for anyone who was listening. The hallway was empty, as usual. Mathias looked at what you were wearing, sweatpants and a tee-shirt. Thank goodness you forgot to take off your bra, which was actually pretty odd. "I guess you're very clearly busy with stuff so I guess I'll just go now," he said sarcastically and began his way out. "No, no," you laughed, "It's fine." You reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "Well, great! Thanks for inviting me, (F/n)!" He pushed passed you and casually walked into your apartment. "Oh, no, it was my pleasure!" You shook your head with playful disapproval. The door shut with your companion saying, "Your watching Ghost Hunters without popcorn?! Isn't that some kind of sin?" You sighed, "I ran out."

"Jeez. What kind of person are you?" The blonde grinned. With a shrug you sat down next to him as the T.V. played an EVP. You stared at the screen as you hugged your knees.

The show finally reached the end as the hour changed. "Hey (F/n)." You turned to him, "Yeah?"

"Why's it so cold in here?"

Immediately you grinned at him, "Because I'm a cold-hearted person, that's why." He frowned, "You know what?"

"What?"

"I think I can change that."

You tilted your head to the side in confusion. Instantly he reached out and hugged you tightly not leaving a second of thought. "Hey!" You protested. Mathias laughed but kept his bearings. After a good minute of complaints you finally relaxed and sighed out of frustration, "You're terrible."

"I know."

"When are you going to let go?"

"When I feel like it."

You rested your head on his chest, tired of putting up a fight. "Bad day?" You guessed. He nodded. "Really... really bad." Frowning, you stopped yourself from asking any further. "I'm sorry..."

Mathias scoffed, "Why are you apologizing? It's not like you made it happen."

"Well, I'm saying that I'm sorry you're feeling bad... So... I'm sorry."

Mathias looked away to hide his red face.

"Thanks..."