Spike ran his fingers through his semi-curly bleach blonde hair and sighed. He paced outside of his dad's office not sure if he was really ready to confront his father of the awful decisions he was making.
His father Mr.Giles was the founder of a very important company and was also very rich. Mr.Giles had started to let go many of the employees just because he could. Yesterday he had fired Joyce Summers and that had set something off in Spike, he really liked Joyce she was always cheerful and happy and brought life to the dull company. Spike let go of a breath he didn't even know he was holding.
He lightly knocked on the door and heard his fathers' hoarse voice, "Come in." Spike slowly opened the door and crept in so that he stood in front of his fathers' desk. "William, what do you want, can't you see that I am very busy right now?" Mr.Giles said without taking his eyes off of his desk. Spike clenched his fist at the use of his real name, he had told his father time and time again to call him Spike but he never seemed to care.
"I..Uh…I wanted to talk to you about all of the people you have been firing." Spike said as his father slowly lifted his head to look at his son, and regretted saying it the moment he looked at his fathers' face.
"Oh really." His father said annoyed. "Well why don't you sit down and tell me about what is bothering you." His father said bitterly. Spike took a seat in front of his father and folded his hands and looked down. No I have to be strong about this, I can't let him know that I am afraid of him. Spike lifted his head and looked straight into his father's eyes.
"I don't see any reason why Joyce Summers should have been fired yesterday." Spike said with growing confidence. "She was a nice lady and brought life and joy to this dungeon. She was very hard working and I am sure it couldn't have been good for her to be fired like that."
Giles glared at him, "You dare say what I have decided to do was wrong. You dare to question me your father and future boss." Hatred seething from his voice. "Do you want to know why Joyce was fired? She was fired because I wished it, now get out of my office." And he then pointed at the door. Spike raised himself out of the chair and made his way to the door slamming it on his way out. He got outside to where his car was sitting. Before he got into his car he punched a wall and yelled in frustration. He sighed and then got into his car. He looked at his bloody hand and shrugged, then started up his car. "Well, I think that went very well." Spike said sarcastically to no one and he drove off toward home.
