'Little shit' Brian thought sitting at his office 'great move. To tell everyone to give him-Brian no information on Justin. He wants to know how the little twat is doing he has to call him. But he is not a love-sick fairy.'

'And what the hell is this' He looked at the draft for the new clothing line campaign.

"Cynthia" Cynthia walked in with her organizer in hand. Brian showed her the blackboard "What the fuck is this" She cringed 'she knows this is crab' "Why is it on my desk? The trash was full?" She looked at him silently. 'Don't need that fucking look. I know I have no better idea. The fucking twat. First he wants to get married, then he doesn't. This weep lash frown my out of my game. And what for the gods name is with this young tricks these days. Can't nobody gave good head any more. I needs a fucking inspiration, …or just fucking. Damn.'

Unlashing full force of his mockery and annoyance at his art director, IT specialist, graphic designer, Theodore, Cynthia and his new assistant didn't help Brian...much. But when for once touched ted stocked out of his office grumbling that he can't take it anymore and either Brian fucking calls Justin already or he resigns, Brian finally caved.

"holy shit I thought I would never be blessed by your call"

'his voice. Fuck.' The pure sound of Justin's voice gave Brian bigger hard on than any trick at Woody's these past weeks. And don't get a wrong idea, there were many that tried.

"Hello sunshine" 'the laugh' "So, any hot man in NY?"

"Mmmmm plenty…"

'fuck'

"the guy that lives below us… uhhh… he is hot"

Brian grunted and changed the subject "How's the apartment?"

"Small and crampy but Sharon is great and doesn't mind me working in living room."

"Justin I told you I could help you ..." But Justin cut him off in the middle of the sentence

"And I told you I will be fine. I appreciate you carrying but last time I mentioned my place was a damp you bought the freaking mention. Hey, what are you going to do with it anyway?"

"Nothing"

"You are not going to sell it?"

"No" there was silence. Justin was apparently waiting for explanation. "the market is low, I'm going to wait until it goes up" 'Did he believed? Come on say you believed'

"Hmmm. Hey I found an agent. Lindsay did actually, it's a friend of hers. Did you know, she offered to try to get my pieces in one of the gallery in Toronto. I'm going to be an international star baby"

'I knew you would be' "ooo I just had a déjà vu" 'that movie business felt through but fuck the kid got far. He came back than but he want came now.

"I see you are in high spirits. Fucked someone…, fired someone…, or maybe come up with one of that ads of yours that increases sells of clenex?"

'fucker. I wonder who spilled the beans…TED! you are a dead man walking'

Before Brian came up with snide commend to deflect that remark however Justin continued "Maybe Cynthia has something that would inspire you" and the line disconnected.

Brian was stunned for a second. Than stood up and walked to the doors of his office, he leaned on the frame and looked at Cynthia's desk. As soon as the dragon was out of his cave everyone seemed to be too busy to talk, there was only typing, and shuffling of papers. That was a completely new occurrence, usually they wouldn't even notice. Brian didn't give a shit what and where they were doing as long as it didn't interfere with the business. It seemed that firing 4 employees in a row had it aftermath. 'they would have to go sooner or later but apparently it was too soon. I have to do something or I will have a fucking vanguard here. Even fucking Cynthia'

She was standing, half bend over her computer. Brian made a few steps and sat on her desk directly in front of her, blocking her view. She crossed her armed 'oh she is pissed, I guess she would be'

"So how much of a rise are we talking about?" He said nonchalant looking at same papers on her desk.

"I'm not for sale." She huffed even more pissed

"I'm not talking about you. The company is not doing that good" He was obviously trying to get on her good side. But shouting on her all morning guaranteed harder job than that.

"I'm just wondering how much of a raise I will have to agree to before I retrieve …something that I believe was left within your care." She looked surprised for a second. Then she smiled deviously 'Oh fuck now she has my balls.. at least that one left' Cynthia's expression changed 'keep cool face. Oh who are you kidding she knows that face. And they are listening. Maybe they'll loosen up. Unless Cynthia starts joggling my balls, then I'm screwed' Apparently Cynthia came to the same conclusion, so it all came down to how much pissed she was.

"Oh, how about we skip the raise… for now" 'and I am screwed'

"What do you want then"

She stepped back a little so that he would have to speak a little louder, though that is not necessary as every ear in the office was on them. She shrugged still keeping her arms crossed 'sorry?.. is it now?… I'm supposed to say sorry. Maybe a little deflection'

"Cynthia… what would I ever do without you…"

She crooked a smile, but then reached for her desk and took an envelope that was lying next to Brian. His eyes zero in on the brown big envelope. 'he left this?… god I hope not a letter, no he knows me better than that… a sketch? Hmmm maybe one of me? Little fucker trying to play me, he knows I love looking good. He always makes me look good. Look at her all smug. Ok, no way around it, she can be a bitch.'

"I don't know how you put up with me… seeing how ungrateful I am" It was all said in an of hand voice but Cynthia was indulged enough to give Brian a treat. Ted was about to make some sarcastic comment but Brian cut him off.

"Theodore I thought we agreed that if you want to get off early today you would have to cut back on porn."

"What? I wasn't watching porn" Ted said completely frown from his train of thought.

"Oh so these are tissues in your pocket? I thought it was a boner" Smiling sweetly at Ted Brian went into his office. It had desired effect. The atmosphere loosened up instantly.

In his office Brian wasted no time in opening the envelope. 'What the fuck?' The envelope was empty. 'Cynthia mixed up the envelops? No, she never does, than what a hell?' Brian opened hiss phone and dialed the last number.

"Liked the present?" Justin said sarcastically

"It's Beautiful, how did you know " Brian replied in his best impression of Emmett's voice.

"I'm glad you like it. Couse it is all you will be getting if you keep that 'give sunshine space' routine"

'Hmmm, I guess it was a little predictable, well at least too him. The twat. Fuck, when did I let him get that far under the wire.' "That sounds like an alternative"

He could almost hear Justin's Cheshire cat grin "It does, doesn't it? So I guess I'll be hearing from you then? Later"

And he disconnected.

Brian sat there in a stupor. 'What a hell? I'm not the fucking dog, to salivated over the thrown bone. Fuck you Justin if you think you can play with me like that. I'm great on my own, I always was'