Once inside the office, Balthazar is seen fixing some paperwork. "Ah! Our fearless leader and her liege. Please, do come in." He glanced before redirecting his focus on the papers.

Nesta took in the place and noticed something was rather different. She looked at the breakfront that was sitting right in front of Jurian's view. Something he may look at while he's sitting on his desk. "Beautiful breakfront." she walked a few steps closer. "Is it new?"

"It is an English Regency Egyptian Revival, built in the 1800s but, yes, it is new to my office." Balthazar said with a rather proud smile as he took a seat at his desk. Cassian just stood quiet while checking out the office's windows.

"Witty." Nesta slightly whispered before facing him. "Balthazar, I'm letting you go." She said. Cassian turned his head in a quick motion at the news that it almost tore his neck muscle.

What the heck is she doing!? He thought.

"Pardon?" Balthazar furrowed his brows.

Nesta sighed, shooting her head in disapproval. "I asked you a dozen times to get Jurian to do Oprah, and you didn't do it." She crossed her arms.

Nesta, for the love of… you can't be serious right now! Cassian tried to contain his composure and to not fiddle with his own hands behind his back. He slowly closed the door to prevent his workmates from listening to the conversation.

"You're fired." Nesta said again.

Balthazar stood up, cursing under his breath. "I have told you that is impossible. Jurian hasn't done an interview in 20 years."

"That is interesting, because I just got off the phone with him, and he is in." Nesta glared at him. Cassian knew shit was gonna happen.

"Excuse me?" Balthazar was truly speechless.

Nesta almost snapped. "You didn't even call him, did you?"

"But…"

"I know, I know. Jurian can be a little scary to deal with… For you." Nesta got closer and pointed. "Now, I will give you two months to find another job. And then you can tell everyone you resigned, OK?" Nesta said, patting his cheek once. Twice. before leaving his office.

"Shit.." Cassian said lowly and followed after her.

"What's his twenty?" Nesta asked Cassian in a low whisper. He kept his eyes on Balthazar, who was now pissed as hell.

"He's moving" Cassian replied to her and noticed the fury in his eyes. "He has crazy eyes." He slightly joked but had no humor in himself. He was rather concerned.

"Don't do it, Balthazar. Don't do it." Nesta said more to herself. Yet, she can't stop what will happen next.

"You poisonous bitch!" He blurted. Nesta stopped midway from her office as Cassian turned to face him.

Oh dear. Both Nesta and Cassian swore under their breaths.

"You can't fire me! You don't think I see what you're doing here? Sandbagging me on this Oprah thing so that you can look good on the board?" Baltazar said. Causing all the attention of the employees at their direction. Nesta only turned while Cassian just sat near Azriel's cab office. "Because you are threatened by me! And you are a monster."

"Better, stop." Nesta almost sang. She wasn't the least bit threatened or thrilled.

"Just because you have no semblance of a life outside of this office, you think that you can treat all of us like your own personal slaves." Balthazar kept talking.

Cassian was trying so hard not to smile. He slightly looked away to Azriel and gave him a paper with a note 'Gave Gwyn your phone number. She sure seems eager to talk to you~' and a phone number is below. Azriel snapped at him and elbowed his side.

"You know what? I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you're gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one." Balthazar smiled angrily at Nesta, who started walking to him dangerously close.

Oh God, this will get ugly. Cassian though as he watched her.

"Listen carefully, Balthazar." Nesta said sharply. "I didn't fire you because I feel threatened. No. I fired you because you're lazy, entitled, incompetent and you spend more time playing Call of Duty than you do in your office." She shot. Cassian slightly widened his eyes while pressing his lips and failing to contain a small smile. "And if you say another word, Cassian here is gonna have you thrown out, OK? Another word and you're going out of here with an armed escort." Nesta pointed without parting her glare from Balthazar. "Cassian will film it with his camera phone and he'll put it on that Internet site. What was it?" Nesta looked at him. Cassian stiffened but didnt let her see it.

"YouTube?" He replied and looked at Azriel, who was willing to record as well just in case.

"Exactly" Nesta faced Balthazar again. "Is that what you want?" She asked him again. He only stood silent as Nesta huffed a laugh. "Didn't think so. I have work to do." She said and headed back to her office. Cassian followed behind before fist-bumping with Azriel. "Have security take his breakfront and put it in my conference room." Nesta said, which made Cassian lose his composure and snort.

"Sorry. Will do." He said with a nod.

"I need you this weekend to help review his files and his manuscript." Nesta said while checking the book Cassian took from Balthazar's office.

"Wait, this weekend?" Cassian asked as they stopped in front of her office.

"You have a problem with that, tough guy?" Nesta asked a bit mad.

"No. I… it's just my brother's 35th birthday, so I was gonna go home with Azriel and…" Cassian stopped when she rolled her eyes and entered her office."Uh… It's fine. I'll cancel it. You're saving me from a weekend of misery, so it's... Good talk, yeah." He rambled and headed to his office cab, shooting multiple curse words at his boss.

"I know, I know." Cassian said on the phone. "Ok, tell Rhys I'm sorry. Ok? What…" He rubbed his temples, a bit irritated. I really don't want to do this. Balthazar wasn't joking that Nesta is a bitch. "Mor. What do you want me to tell you? She's making me work the weekend…. No, I'm not... no." He growled knowing how his family wanted him to quit his back-breaking job. "I've worked too hard for this promotion to throw it all away. I'm sure that Amren will be pissed, but we take all of our submissions around here seriously" Cassian glanced to his side and saw Nesta walking up to him. "We'll get back to you as soon as we can, ok?" He said and hung up with a sigh.

Nesta looked at him. "Was that your family?" She asked him. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous of him and his strong relationship with his family.

"Yes. That was." Cassian replied while putting his attention to the computer in front of him.

"They tell you to quit?" Nesta couldn't help but asked out of pure curiosity.

"Every single day." Cassian shot back with slight disappointment before answering the phone. "Miss Archeron's office."

Well… that was unexpected. Nesta almost felt insulted.

"Yeah. OK. All right." Cassian nodded more to himself then hung up. "Graysen and Tomas want to see you upstairs."

Nesta swore under her breath. If she has to remember how her relationship with Tomas was in the past all over again, she's gonna kill someone. Not to mention how Graysen treated her middle sister, Elain, too. "Ok. Come get me in ten minutes. We've got a lot to do." Nesta said and walked away.

"Okey-doke Lady Death" Cassian said to try and lighten up her mood.

"Once again, don't call me that!" She shot at him without stopping.

Cassian only chuckled before spotting Azriel watching him. "What?"

"You got a thing for her, don't you?" Azriel grinned. Cassian almost stiffened but could feel his cheeks heating up.

"You got a thing for Gwyn, so why not talk about that, Az?" Cassian evaded the question and gave him his own grin. Granted, he won a strong flinch and red cheeks from Azriel.

"Shut the fuck up.." He mumbled and looked away before getting back to work. Cassian shook his head at how stubborn his brother can be.