Kaiba finished writing the draft of Atem's severance letter and leaned back to read it.

It was full of praise about what a good employee he was, because, well, he was a great employee. Except for the accidental bonding incident.

He was almost starting to believe it was purely an accident on Atem's part, but then mentally slapped himself out of it.
Alphas were animals.
Scum of the earth. Even if they were great employees like Atem, they still did shitty things.

Atem had violated clause number one in his entire contract: Don't get drunk off your own supply, and he'd gone and done it with this scent. Not any of the other fake ones. The real one.

Which showed just how potent an unmated Omega's scent was.

I hate terminating a useful worker, but he stole my napping pillow! Kaiba fumed, scanning the letter again, searching it for any mistakes.

Just as he was about to close the document, an email notification popped up in the right-hand corner of his screen, and the sender's name made his heart leap into his throat.

"From: ATEM
Re: About the scent"

He's figured me out! Kaiba thought fearfully, clicking on the email and his vision blurred as he read it in Atem's annoyingly deep voice.

"Mr. Kaiba,

I really need to talk to you about that scent and I'd rather we do this in person.

Please allow me to treat you to one meal outside of your establishment as a true, heartfelt apology. I realize the home-baked goods may have been a step too far, but please understand that I am extremely sorry and have no other ways of expressing it. Offering you money from the paycheck that you sign for me is crude, I understand that, so I was completely at a loss for what to do.

I know you're a busy man, so I went ahead and made a reservation for us at La Chaleir (yes, I am aware of the irony, but I hear they make a mean steak, and I hear you are a man who likes to eat meat), and called your secretary to put it in your calendar.

She told me you were free after 6 today, so I'll see you at the restaurant by 7:30!

-Atem"

"And now he's making plans for me?! …Fuck this guy!" Kaiba cried, unaware that he was speaking out loud.
Was this dinner a trap? It had to be, right?

Sure, there was a grace period of an hour and a half to get ready, dose up on pheromone suppressants, and shower for the billionth time today before going to meet his doom in the form of an Alpha named Atem over a nice steak dinner, but what was the catch?

But I'm sure he'd rather eat me instead, right? Kaiba fumed, absently tapping the space bar on his keyboard repeatedly, feeling himself shake.

This guy was so fired. He would finalize the severance draft today, send it over to his lawyer in the next hour, and have it ready by the end of tonight.

The dinner would be Atem's demise.
That spiky-haired, self-assured Alpha wouldn't even know what hit him.

Atem sat nervously at the table, trying not to fidget, but it was hard.
It was now 7:45 and Kaiba was nowhere to be seen.

I'm being stood up, Atem realized, his blood running ice cold in his veins at the thought of another rejection from an Alpha he very much admired.

What did it take to be loved? Hell, just to be liked? Just a little bit?

Kaiba was loitering around the lobby entrance of the restaurant, sitting in one of the plush lounges meant for large parties, with his arms folded tightly across his chest.
He'd make Atem wait.
That man was ruining his life, so he could afford to be anxious for fifteen minutes. He owed Atem nothing, least of all, being on time for an impromptu date that he'd scheduled without his knowledge.

Alphas were disgustingly pushy, which made them great salesmen, but horrible people.

Checking his watch, Kaiba saw the minute hand tick past 7:50 and decided he would go inside now, but not before palming another stray pill from his pocket and hastily swallowing it dry.

Triple-dose. It had better fucking work.
But if he knew anything about the way Alpha pheromones leaked, it wouldn't matter how many times he took a dosage. He was genetically susceptible to it, regardless of how much suppressant was flowing in his veins.

Steeling himself to make pleasant conversation before dropping the 'you're fired' bombshell, Kaiba strode through the restaurant as the maître' D led him through the crowds of diners. He nearly gagged at the scent of all the Alphas, seated together in small groups, celebrating something, or the ones on dates with their partners.

Gross. It was all gross.
They weren't really in love. Love was fake.
Perpetuated by the fact that Omegas were basically toys made for Alphas to play with.

Thankfully, Atem had chosen a private dining room, and the maître D slid the door aside and ushered him in with a bow.

Atem rose to his feet with his hand outstretched, relief etched all over his handsome face, and Kaiba smirked, taking Atem's hand and giving it a firm shake.

Dizzy with happiness, Atem held onto Kaiba's hand, enjoying the fiery warmth that spread from his palm all the way to his chest.
He had not been stood up. Kaiba was just...busy.

They sat down across from each other and Atem stared rapturously into Kaiba's pale face, taking in the sharp curve of his cheekbones that dipped down into a delicate jaw. Beautiful. This man was stunning in every way. The Omega who won this man's heart would truly be the luckiest of them all.

Kaiba gripped the wine menu and tried not to react to Atem staring daggers into him. Could he stare a little less obviously?

"Can I just say, I really admire you," Atem said confidently, leaning forward and trying to see Kaiba's face through the menu that was covering it. "Thank you for taking the time to meet me. I expected you to cancel."

I didn't know canceling was an option! Kaiba fumed, now angry with himself for not being brave enough to cancel. The plans had been made for him so quickly, he only had time to panic, and then panic some more. His entire life was a huge, panicky mess.

There was a long, awkward silence, and Atem decided to speak about it.

"We never talk," he said anxiously, still straining to see Kaiba's face through the menu. "If you're angry with me, please say so. I'm always trying to improve myself, and it would help if you gave me some advice."

"Advice about what?" Kaiba snapped, unable to contain himself any longer. He lowered the menu and immediately regretting making eye contact with Atem.

The Alpha was staring back at him with large, glistening eyes, reflecting the light from the two candles sitting in the middle of the table between them, and his stomach turned nervously. Another irritating thing about Atem was that he always looked so earnest.
Him and all the other Alphas always looked at him like this, seeking his approval, which he never gave.

"About…how to be a better person," Atem said seriously, folding his hands in his lap and looking down at his thumbs, feeling another rush of guilt. "I look up to you. You always know how to treat Omegas with such care, and I'm jealous of that, because I can't do it. I'm…"

Atem scrambled to find the correct adjective.

Kaiba perked his ears up, interested again.
Atem always got weird when he talked about Omegas, it was slightly entertaining.

"Terrified," Atem said clearly, deciding that that was the truth.

"Of Omegas?" Kaiba wondered, setting the wine menu down, unable to believe his ears. It was usually the other way around. Whoever heard of the predator being scared of his meal?

"Yes, and I don't know how you do it," Atem said passionately, leaning forward to press his chest on the edge of the table. "You have impeccable self-control, whereas I'm a useless fool. The moment I smell anything they touch, I've turned into a blind monster."

Kaiba blinked steadily, taking in Atem's words.
He'd never heard an Alpha describing themselves in this way before.
Atem was scared of losing his bearings.
He sounded like he was scared for all the right reasons. It was scary.

'Blind monster' didn't even begin to cover half of it, but it was a good start.
Was this a half-assed apology for stealing the pillow?

"Is that why you stole my decorative cushion?" Kaiba prompted, and to his intense satisfaction, Atem's face turned dark red with embarrassment.

"I—yes, that's what I wanted to discuss with you," Atem said nervously, and he was saved by the sommelier approaching with the wine cart, so he turned his attention to that instead while he scrambled to compose himself.

Kaiba bit back a laugh and watched Atem try to play it off as nothing, but clearly was stalling for time by asking the sommelier to explain everything in his cart.

Fine.
Atem had won him over in that moment.
It had felt genuine, and nothing about him gave off the air of it being an act. He would maybe reconsider not firing Atem, depending on how well the rest of this dinner went. After all, Kaiba wasn't sure what nasty side effects he'd suffer if someone he'd bonded with left the company for good. They'd stop seeing each other every day, and that might lead to ill health effects.
It wouldn't make them un-bond.
It would just make their time apart painful, so keeping Atem's suspicions down would include seeing him every day until he figured out how to un-bond himself.

The sommelier stuck the bottle of wine Atem had chosen in the ice bucket and quickly left.

Atem stared at the wine, now realizing he had to finish what he was saying, and he wasn't sure how to start.

"I'm attracted to you," sounded awful.

"I think I've bonded to you," sounded creepy.

"Please don't fire me. I love my job," sounded desperate.

I should've consulted Anzu before this! Atem thought nervously, beginning to sweat.

Kaiba reached for the bottle and poured himself a healthy glass, pausing for a moment before deciding he'd fill Atem's glass too, in a sign of solidarity.
This one action meant he accepted Atem's apology.
He knew Atem would take it as such.

Atem's eyes widened excitedly as Kaiba filled his glass and set the wine back into the bucket with a firm smile.

Raising the glass, Kaiba toasted Atem playfully with a cold smile and said, "…to your efforts convincing me why you should keep your position at my company."

Stunned, Atem didn't touch his glass and watched Kaiba take three delicate gulps of his wine before setting the glass down, shooting him an offended look.

"Drink. What the fuck are you doing staring at me?" Kaiba flashed Atem a glare, and Atem hastily snapped out of it to snatch his glass up and take a deep draft, his heart pounding happily in his chest. Kaiba had looked so disarming and charming in that moment. His neck had been so beautiful and pale…

The waiter appeared at their tableside to take their orders, and Atem could barely think straight, so he just selected a random item without even reading it, his mind full of the lewd images he'd dreamt up of Kaiba.

Kaiba pointed at something on the menu and heard the waiter take both their orders, but he could barely think straight, because he'd just caught a whiff of Atem's pheromones wafting from across the table. It was musky, with a wonderful sweetness that stuck to the back of his throat and raised the hair on his arms.

Holding his breath, Kaiba pressed a hand over his face and tried to pass it off as brushing hair from his eyes, but there was no denying that he was now reacting more violently to Atem's scent.

Before their bond, his scent was just irritating.
Now, it was debilitating.
Fuck.

And Atem supposedly liked and preferred Beta women. He was fucked for sure. This Alpha was truly dangerous, reckless, and wouldn't even bother reciprocating feelings, because feelings didn't matter in a bond that held the undertones of slavery.

Atem opened his mouth to say what he'd rehearsed but then decided it was better to say nothing when he caught a dark look flitting over Kaiba's handsome face, so he resolved to wait until their dinner was over to confess.

He would…cherish the five minutes of peace he held with the most Alpha man in all of Domino before throwing himself at his feet for mercy.

"You know what Touka-san said to me the other day?" Atem said, leaning forward with his best, business-smile on and praying it wouldn't crack. "He is thinking about starting a club for bird watching enthusiasts on the sixth floor. Then, Rei-san passed out an email asking people to sign up to wear bird masks and run past his desk every hour."

"Is that what's going on?" Kaiba replied, half-interested as he furiously contemplated taking the other two pills left in his pocket. Good to know his employees were being paid to not work and dress up as birds to prank each other.

"Ah well, I put a stop to it," Atem offered helpfully, his mouth twitching upwards into a smile. "I'm not very well-liked, so it was fine."

"Doubt it," Kaiba muttered, but Atem caught that and clung onto it.

"It's true!" Atem said, frowning. "Everyone, except for you, holds me an arm's length. Here, I can talk openly and know that I'm speaking to an equal."

Ha, Kaiba thought dryly, and he settled himself in to listen to another one of Atem's long rants. This was one of his traits, he was sure of it.
Non-stop talking. Coupled with a clever sales pitch about something or other.
And Atem had just said he considered him to be an equal.
As fucking if.
If only he knew.

Their food came quickly and Atem didn't stop regaling Kaiba with tales from the office he deemed to be funny or interesting. They often ended with a quip about how he was helpful, and Kaiba realized Atem really was pitching him so he could keep his job.

There was a pause, so Kaiba jumped at this chance to speak.

"I was joking," he said, lifting up his wine glass to take a sip for lack of something to better to do. "You don't have to keep pitching me about keeping your job. I made up my mind in the first five minutes when we sat down. You're safe."

Atem's mouth dropped open and his chest curled with a strangled laugh. So he'd been tricked into telling half of the office's dirty secrets for a job he was going to keep anyway?! What a relief.

He reached for his glass and gazed firmly into Kaiba's eyes, grinning, "thank you. Here's to my head on a platter next week when everyone realizes I've told you what they get up to when you're not around."

Kaiba felt himself smile, and he reached for the bottle to refill, but Atem beat him to it. His tanned hand shot forward and lifted the wine out of the ice bucket and his glass was filled to the perfect half-way mark.

"Here's to you, for being an amazing leader," Atem said warmly, and he thought he saw Kaiba flush, but he couldn't be sure if it was from the wine or from embarrassment. Either way, he was ecstatic, because he wasn't losing his job tonight…yet.

He still had that one tiny issue to confess, but the sommelier was back with his wine cart, so Atem dove at the chance to buy another bottle, trying to prolong the inevitable.

Now pleasantly full, Kaiba leaned back in his seat and checked his watch, surprised that time had passed so quickly.

Atem was busy filling his glass with a new wine, and he had a feeling they were going to be sitting here for another hour, so had to take his next dosage of suppressant without Atem noticing. How the fuck was he going to do that?

Atem raised his glass at him briefly and tossed it back quickly. Kaiba took this chance to grab the remaining two pills from his pocket and made a motion to rub his nose, slipping the pills in through his lips and following it up quickly with the wine glass. Atem did not notice.

He was polishing off his wine, and after a few more gulps, he set the glass down and grinned at Kaiba.

"I'm not drinking to get drunk," Atem said defensively, and Kaiba said nothing, reaching for the bottle again to fill his glass, the medicine leaving a bitter taste at the back of his throat. He was mixing suppressants with alcohol, not a good idea, but he had to do this.
He wasn't in a safe place, and Atem's pheromones was leaking everywhere.
It was a miracle he'd managed to finish his food without popping a boner.

"You know what I think?" Atem said, his words slurring slightly as he rested his elbow on the edge. "The world wouldn't be any different if Omegas were at the top."

"What makes you say that?" Kaiba asked heatedly, lowering his glass to stare at Ate over the rim, intrigued.

"Because we're all the same," Atem declared, his cheeks pink with the flush of alcohol. "Just look at how people behave. Omegas are just as ruthless as Alphas. What is the difference between an Omega using their Heat to trap an Alpha, versus an Alpha chasing after an Omega to catch them in Heat for a rigorous mating session? You tell me."

Kaiba grit his teeth and listened, realizing he and Atem were more alike than he'd anticipated.

"My world views are skewed," Atem continued, now rambling drunkenly. "All I know is that I'm terrified of the difference in status, and its probably why I'm still single, unmated, alone…"

Sure, Kaiba thought darkly, staring at the tiny bit of wine left in his glass.

He was getting sleepy.
This conversation wasn't unpleasant, and Atem's company wasn't as bad as he'd anticipated.

Atem reached for the bottle again and emptied the rest into his glass. He tossed it back with with a silent gulp and rose unsteadily to his feet, bracing himself on the edge of the table before giving Kaiba a reassuring smile.

"Thank you for this. I feel much better," Atem said happily, and Kaiba nodded, eager to go home. He tapped his phone to call for a car and stood up, too fast, and his world spun in a flash of green and red.

Atem saw Kaiba wobble, so he rushed around the table to steady the CEO, wrapping one arm around his waist and leaning his weight onto his other foot, allowing Kaiba to drape an arm around his shoulders for support.

Gritting his teeth, Kaiba tried to stave off a wave of nausea that threatened to overtake him. He allowed himself to lean onto Atem as they stumbled out of the restaurant to the sidewalk.

His world would not stop spinning. It seemed taking too many doses along with alcohol resulted in extreme nausea and dizziness. Great.

The night air was cool and welcome, washing over Kaiba like a reassuring blanket. Atem held him steady at his side, and after a moment, swayed dangerously on the spot, grinning at him.

"Was it a bit too much?" Atem asked, and Kaiba shook his head, pressing a hand over his mouth, feeling bile rising up in his throat.
Shit.
SHIT

Atem dragged him over to the neatly trimmed bushes lining the sidewalk and bent him forward forcefully, giving his back a strong up and down rub that seemed to cause his stomach to clench and heave, emptying its contents of the last half of their dinner…and the last few doses of suppressant.

Kaiba's ears were ringing with dread when he could see the tiny pills littered into the mix with his sick, and he shut his eyes, gasping for breath, thoroughly humiliated.
Fuck.

If Atem looked, he would see….

But thankfully, his limousine pulled up to the curb in that moment and Atem waved at the chauffer who got out to hold the door open for them.

"Can you walk?" Atem asked kindly, grabbing Kaiba's arm again and nearly lifting him along as they walked forward. Half-way to the open car door, Atem froze, his heart leaping into his throat when a familiar, thick, cloying, sweet scent washed over him in an overpowering wave, seemingly coming from…the inside of the limo.

There's an Omega in there? That Omega? Atem wondered wildly, eyeing the empty sidewalk, and wondering if he was sober enough to walk home from here. Being around Kaiba was dangerous now because he was associated with the Omega that made the scent.
Anzu was right. The scent came from a real Omega.

Staggering forward, he managed to help Kaiba into the leather seats and was about to climb back out when the chauffer closed the door on him, trapping him inside the sweet, pheromone cloud.

Horrified, Atem threw himself forward to wrench the door open, but it was locked.

"Let me out!" Atem cried, and the door lock clicked open, but his body was no longer obeying his mind. He turned around magnetically to see if Kaiba was affected by the pheromone cloud, and he was half-relieved to see the faint outline of a boner peeking out against the fabric from his slacks.

So…Kaiba was not the perfect Alpha after all!
He was susceptible to an Omega's scent…which begged the question…

"Do you keep this Omega around?" Atem wondered, his disgust rising as he realized Kaiba probably kept the Omega chained up somewhere in the mansion and sampled scents from her body.

Kaiba shook his head and pressed a hand to his head, trying to speak, but his voice wasn't working. Everything was heavy. His body was filled with lead, and his mind was foggy. Atem sounded far away and too close at the same time.

Atem blinked, his hand still on the door handle. He screamed at himself open the door and run out onto the street, but another part of him wanted to stay and stare at the way Kaiba's adam's apple was jumping in his throat.

It was enticing. Sexy.

He lunged forward and straddled Kaiba's slender thighs, throwing his arms around Kaiba's shoulders and pulling him into a tight embrace, pressing his lips to the soft spot behind Kaiba's ear, inhaling deeply, his head spinning with ecstasy.
This scent…

It's him! Atem realized groggily, trying to control his ragged breathing as he pressed his tongue into the shell of Kaiba's ear, trying to taste him, while trying to stop himself at the same time, but it was hard. Kaiba's skin was just as sweet.

Kaiba froze and winced, feeling Atem's weight on top of him, and his chest tightened with a mixture of terror and nausea. W-Wait… What was happening?!

He wanted to push Atem off, but a hot stream of fire traveled down his legs when a tanned hand came for his crotch and gave him a tight massage through his pants, causing it to ache and throb to be touched.

"It's your fault!" Atem cried, clinging tighter to Kaiba's neck, pressing his nose against his pale skin and taking another deep inhale, feeling like he was floating on the highest cloud. "You wear this scent…it's affecting the both of us!"

Shifting himself on Kaiba's lap, Atem tried to press a kiss to Kaiba's neck, but he was shoved away with force. He landed painfully on his tailbone on the seat across the way, and he recovered quickly, sitting up and trying to lunge forward again, but Kaiba's foot came for his stomach, pressing into him tightly, keeping him pinned to the seat.

Atem coughed and grabbed Kaiba's leg, wrapping his hands around Kaiba's calf, his eyes never leaving the bulge between the CEO's legs.

His rational mind was telling him that this explained all of Kaiba Corporation's policies for protecting Omegas. His irrational mind was telling him that Kaiba was excited and reacting badly to his scent, because the foot pressing into his stomach was starting to send a jolt of pain up his body.

"Don't…fucking touch me!" Kaiba hissed, feeling his ear sting and burn from the sudden loss of Atem's hot breath, and he stepped down harder onto Atem's stomach, trying to keep him as far away as possible.
He was a fool to fall for Atem's charm.
He was a fool, period.
He was trapped inside his own limo with a wild animal.

"Y-Your…f-fault," Atem breathed, curling his fingers around Kaiba's calf and feeling him tense. "Stop wearing that scent! I told you it drives me insane!"

"Have some self-control!" Kaiba growled, and deep down he knew that was impossible.

"I-I'm trying!" Atem choked, reaching a hand down between his legs to touch himself as the sweet scent got heavier and thicker around them, so much that he could barely think anymore. All he wanted to do now was cum while looking into Kaiba's face.

"I can't…be let out on the street like this," Atem whispered, tightening his grip around Kaiba's calf, resisting the urge to give it a rub. "It's too dangerous. I need to take care of this before I get out."

Kaiba tensed his leg and tried to withdraw it, but Atem was holding him in place, his angular violet eyes narrowed with lust.

"Please… I need to take care of this. Don't look at me," Atem implored, and after an agonizing pause, Kaiba gave him a minuscule nod and turned his head to the side.

Blinking rapidly, Atem unbuckled himself and shoved his hand into his pants, stroking himself furiously and losing himself in the wonderful jolts of pleasure raking down his legs as the sweet pheromone cloud assaulted his senses, leaving him breathless and dizzy.

Kaiba grit his teeth and chanced a glance at Atem, his body trembling with a strange sensation when he spotted Atem's hand wrapped around a thick arousal, sporting a large, bulging knot at the base, and his chest curled while his ass leaked excitedly in response.

I hate this, Kaiba thought miserably, feeling his own dick throb and itch in his pants. His body was excited at the thought of an Alpha being nearby, but his mind was resolutely against it. He knew that Alphas sometimes masturbated together for fun, because they were just too horny to exist, but this felt different.
Alphas didn't try to mount other supposed Alphas.
How Atem still hadn't figured it out was beyond him.

Atem slid his thumb over the head of his dick, turning his head away while his cheeks burned with humiliation, feeling an orgasm rising up low in his chest. He wouldn't look at Kaiba. This was…a mistake.

Kaiba saw Atem look away furiously before giving himself few more energetic rubs and ejaculating in a rush, causing the semen to drip down his knuckles and into his underwear.

He thinks I'm disgusting to look at. Got it, Kaiba thought furiously, shoving his foot tighter into Atem's stomach as the spiky-haired man curled over his leg and leaned his cheek on his shin, his shoulders heaving pitifully as he tried to catch his breath.

Fucking pathetic.

"I'm…" Atem shut his eyes and realized 'sorry' wouldn't cut it anymore.

"Satisfied? You fucking brute," Kaiba said viciously, giving his leg an angry jerk. "Get off me. Get out."

Atem peeled himself off of Kaiba's leg and winced, buttoning himself up before stumbling out of the limo onto the sidewalk, the lights from the lamppost making his head ache while his dick thrummed happily inside his wet underwear.
Great. At least one part of himself was happy.

The door slammed and the car pealed away from the sidewalk, leaving the delicious scent cloud hanging in the air.

I'm done for, Atem balked, hanging his head and hearing people whispering as they exited the restaurant, walking past him with expressions of disgust.

He sat down on the curb and tried to calm himself down, slowly gathering his thoughts. He was completely at Kaiba's mercy, in more ways than one. First thing he had to do when he got home was take a shower, and then finalize his resignation letter.

Back inside the car, Kaiba was doubled over the seat as pangs of lust and arousal consumed him, fighting the waves of electricity jolting down his legs. His erection was shooting angry pulses up his stomach, and his underwear was a horrible, wet mess. The scent of Atem's semen lingered in the air, coupled with the scent of his pheromones was sending Kaiba over the edge of his self-control. He hissed furiously and slid a hand into his pants, giving himself relief from the insistent throbbing while his ass clenched angrily in protest.

You don't want it! You hate him! Kaiba cried to himself, his knees sinking to the floor of the limo while he leaned his cheek against the leather seat, rubbing himself furiously with up and down strokes, riding out each jolt of electricity and praying for an orgasm to come quickly so he could move past this.

Finally, after a few more vigorous strokes, Kaiba came in thickly in his own hand, and he sighed, shutting his eyes and feeling the car rock back and forth as it pulled into his private road leading up to his mansion.

That had been disastrous.
Atem was fired for sure.
He couldn't risk another incident like this.

Lifting his hand out of his pants, Kaiba grimaced in disgust at the mess of semen drying between his fingers. This was his fucking life. Forever at the mercy of Alphas, who thought it was his fault for emitting the sweet scent that drove them insane.
It was their fault for being horny brutes.

Thunking his head down on the edge of the seat, Kaiba listened to his heart pounding inside his chest.

At least Atem hadn't tried to rape him full on.
Or was it because Atem still believed him to be an Alpha?

He couldn't shake the image of Atem curled pitifully around his leg, with his ears red and his body limp.

That was a new experience. He had to admit to himself that not everyone was as violent and disgusting as Gozaburo.

That man used him as a jizz rag, and Atem seemed to fear Omegas the same way Omegas feared Alphas. There was a clear difference between the two men.
Not all Alphas were the same, Kaiba had to admit that to himself as he inched out of the car, trying to stem the waves of humiliation from drowning him.

Author's note:

atem was fired-ish and then he was un-fired, and then he got fired again.

let me know what you think about this chapter! comments are the fuel to my fire! :D

xo
Ugli