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~~~ Still Quarantined ~~~

What day is it today? Is it Monday? Because it feels like a Monday.

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"Alright Doyle, what's going on?" Rory asked as she stepped out of the elevator with Logan Monday morning, to find Doyle waiting on them.

"There was a large shipment delivered for the clinic on Friday."

"Alright, where is it?" Logan asked.

"Down stairs, in the clinic. The hospital is sending over a shipment of supplies this morning. They should be arriving in the next hour. Friday's events are a go, the formal announcement went out in the papers this morning, and press invites are scheduled to go out at noon."

"What time is the furniture delivery coming?" Rory asked.

"They just called a little while ago and said they would be here by ten."

What about the PI I texted you about yesterday?" Logan asked.

"The guy we normally use is on vacation, so I called your buddy Collin. He's taking care of it."

"That's perfect! See, I told you we should have just called Collin." Rory chirped as they walked into her office.

"I just didn't have time for an explanation, and I figured the guy HPG normally uses is just as good." Logan explained.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, Collin didn't ask me for any explanations." Doyle told them.

"Well, it's not like you had one to give in the first place."

"Collin also said to tell you that he would see you at noon for lunch."

"Oh that's perfect! Free labor!" Rory beamed.

"It's not free. We are going to have to explain everything to Collin." Logan reminded her.

"Oh boo hoo! We have to explain to our attorney what happened at family weekend. Go get some beer, and we can make Collin help us get your office ready."

"I don't want to know, do I?" Doyle asked.

"In all honesty?" Rory asked. "Probably not. It's a LONG story. Let's just be glad that no one is in jail, and that the one person who probably should be, is dead."

"Yeah, I'm going to leave that one alone." Doyle chuckled.

"So what else is going on this morning?" Rory asked.

"Sylvester has called 4 times in the last hour."

"It's only 8am. Technically the business day doesn't even start until 9."

"I wish I knew, but he refuses to tell me."

"What the hell could he possibly want?" Logan asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"When is the inspector coming for the clinic?"

"You mean inspectors."

"Catch me up?"

"You have an inspector from the hospital, one from the health department, one from OSHA, one from the city, one from the county, and one from the state medical board."

"Wait, that's six. Why do we have six inspections?" Rory asked.

"You actually have seven. There is also one from the insurance company coming out, but he won't be here until Monday, and his approval isn't needed to open. He just needs to make sure that the facility isn't just a scam of an address, and has a licensed doctor practicing."

"You're serious right now?" Logan asked.

"I wish I wasn't."

"So when are they all coming?"

"They should all be here on Thursday. Although, OSHA tends to show up whenever they want to. And as far as I know, they could be checking the entire building, not just the clinic."

"OSHA is also the inspection that you never want to deal with, because they're a nitpicky nightmare! Freaking awesome!"

"If I were you, I would keep your beer off the premises. Find a different way to trick Collin into helping you."

"But the clinic isn't even a functioning business, or office space yet."

"Yes, but OSHA won't care. You are still an HPG employee, as well as a hospital employee. Drinking on company grounds, especially during business hours is considered alcohol consumption while working. They can not only have you terminated, and shut the entire company down, but they can also take away your medical license."

"Bastards!"

"Pretty much! And writing up that story for our papers will make us look particularly bad!"

"What fun is putting together furniture, if you can't get drunk while doing it?!"

"I'm calling my Dad." Rory told them.

"Christopher doesn't practice law in New York, he can't do anything about it." Logan reminded her. "Collin would be the one dealing with OSHA, and he would also be one of the people under fire."

"I'm not calling that Dad. I'm calling my other Dad. I'm calling Luke! He'll happily come put together all the furniture, and he'll do it correctly, AND sober. And then he'll cook us dinner."

"I told you that I would take care of putting all of it together. You don't believe that I can do it?"

"Actually, I know that you can't do it. When have you ever put anything together? I'm calling my Dad. It's better to just call him now and have it all put together properly, than it is to waste several hours watching you and Collin make a big mess of everything, and then I have to call Luke and beg him rush over as fast as he possibly can, to come fix it all before the inspectors get here. I'm doing us all a gigantic favor."

"Ouch! I'm hurt that you have so little faith in me!"

"Please! Save the act for someone who doesn't know you." Rory laughed as she quickly dialed the phone.

"Come on Logan, even I'm a better handy man than you are." Doyle laughed.

"Luke's!" Luke's voice bellowed through the phone line a moment later.

"Hey Daddy? How pretty do you think I am?"

"Is this some kind of trick question?" Luke sighed.

"Daddy, I need you to bring me Bert."

"You need Bert?"

"Yes."

"Can I ask why?"

"Because I have an office full of furniture that needs to be put together, and OSHA is coming this week, along with 6 other inspectors."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Thanks Daddy! I love you!" Rory smiled as she ended the call. "Luke is on his way!"

"Alright, so that is one item taken off the list." Doyle said as he marked off his check list.

"What else do we need?"

"Caterer for Friday."

"Already done! Sookie has it all under control! She'll be here on Thursday!"

"We need ribbon cutting supplies."

"I believe Sookie, my Mom, and my Grandmother are handling that and all decorations. They should all be here Thursday morning."

"Alright, what about after the opening?"

"That is all taken care of as well. All event preparations have been delegated and fulfilled."

"What about clean up?"

"Didn't we hire someone?"

"We did, they will be here Friday morning at 8am."

"What else do we still need?"

"Nothing that I am currently aware of. We are just waiting on deliveries, and inspections."

"Alrighty then. I am going to take my computer, and go downstairs with Logan to supervise the deliveries and furniture building. Let me know if you need me for anything. And find out what Sylvester wants. And whatever his drama is, remind him that I am still willing to buy him out. Offer him 5, and max out at 7. I'm not paying for anyone else's overseas move."

"Will do." Doyle said as he turned to leave the office.

"Oh, Doyle, one more thing."

"Yes Ma'am!" he said as he turned back around.

"I'm going to go ahead and let security know about Collin and Luke coming to help downstairs, but in case you get a call saying they're here and asking for us, just remind security that they've got prior clearance, and to send them to the clinic. And tell them to not hassle my Dad about his tool box. I need it."

"I'll let them know."

"Thanks Doyle. You're the best!" Rory smiled as she reached for the laptop sitting on her desk. "Logan, are you ready?" Rory asked as her phone rang. "You've reached the Spawn!" she chirped into it.

"You stole my husband!"

"I did not!"

"Yes you did! You called, used my line about looking pretty, pulled the Daddy card, and you totally stole my husband!"

"I did not steal your husband! I asked my Daddy for help building furniture. And he said yes, which is entirely all your fault, because you taught me how to pull the Daddy card when I need something!"

"Part of me wants to applaud your efforts, but the other part is kind of disgusted."

"What can I say except you're welcome?" Rory sang through the phone.

"Oh you're funny! You funny, funny little girl!"

"I told you that you would regret making me watch that movie with you."

"How can you possibly speak such blasphemy!? It's The ROCK!"

"Well if you chose to drive up with Luke today, I might be able to tell you where The Rock is filming today."

"Do you actually know, or are you just messing with me and trying to sucker me into making the very long drive into the city?"

"I actually saw him when we stopped for coffee on our way to the office."

"For real? You saw THE Rock?"

"Ginormously tall tan dude with huge muscles and a bald head? Yeah, I do believe that was him."

"You're lying!"

"Hey Logan? Who was that guy we saw outside the coffee shop on the way here?" Rory asked, switching her phone to put Lorelai on speaker.

"Which one?" Logan asked.

"The bald one."

"You mean Dwayne Johnson?"

"See! I told you we saw him!"

"You two are both lying to me! How dare you try to manipulate your mother like that! That is so mean!"

"How are we manipulating you?" Logan asked.

"Your evil little wife calls my husband, and completely steals him away from me so he can come build some lame furniture for the two of you, and then you lie to me about seeing my boyfriend The Rock on your way into the office, all in an effort to manipulate me to make the long dreary drive up to see you guys today, when you clearly know that my day is booked full of meetings, and I am completely swamped all week, and already coming up after work on Wednesday, to spend the entire rest of the week with you! How dare you be so mean to Mommy! After everything that I've done for you, I can't believe that the two of you would completely turn on me like this!"

"What can I say except you're welcome?" Rory sang again, which made Logan crack up laughing.

"You evil, evil little girl! I should disown you!"

"You could, but I'm the one with the adorable baby girl in my belly, and disowning me denies you access to her."

"Damn! Who taught you to play so dirty?!"

"So I'll see you in a couple of hours then?"

"You owe me lunch! And baby snuggles!"

"I can only promise lunch at this point. You've got several more months of waiting for those snuggles. But I will put you at the top of the snuggle list."

"Deal!" Lorelai agreed.

"Drive safe! I love you!" Rory smiled, then ended the call.

"You two have the most bizarre conversations!"

"Yeah, well, get used to it because I'm sure they are only about to get weirder."

"How is that even possible?"

"I've heard about women calling their mothers to ask about their baby's poop being the correct color."

"Something to look forward to."

"See, I would think that you would know the answer to that one."

"Why, because I've had a baby before?"

"Hello, you're a doctor!"

"I'm not a pediatrician though. I would think that as long as it looks like poop, it isn't too runny, and doesn't have blood in it, then you're fine."

"Maybe you should study up on that one."

"Sure babe, I'll run out and study up on all things baby poop."

"It actually might be a good idea."

"I'll tell you what, when I go to my yearly training seminar next month, I'll made sure to catch the pediatrics lecture."

"That is actually a really great idea! Where is this seminar again?"

"Philadelphia."

"Did I know about this?"

"It's on the calendar."

"Am I going with you?"

"If you want to, but you might be bored to death. I was thinking that you would have more fun staying with your Mom in the Hollow. Or you could go stay with Richard and Emily."

"Do I have to go stay somewhere? Why can't I just stay home?"

"You can stay home if you want to. That is completely fine. I just want someone with you, to help out in case you need it."

"I want to argue with you about me being a big girl, and being perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"But?"

"I know that you are super protective of Ayribella and I because you love us, and you want what is best for us."

"That's right."

"But I really want to argue with you right now because I'm pregnant and hormonal, and I feel like ripping into someone."

"Hey Doyle?" Logan said, pushing a button on the phone sitting on Rory's desk.

"What's up?"

"Would you mind sending Sylvester in? Rory is hormonal and feeling bitchy, and she needs someone to lash out at, who isn't me."

"Sounds like there are going to be some fireworks. I'll bring snacks."

"Thanks Doyle!"

"You're mean!" Rory laughed.

"Not to you."

"That was mean."

"You need a target."

"So you're involving an innocent bystander?"

"Innocent? Are you kidding me?!"

"I'm hormonal and bitchy, and you just asked Doyle to send some random person in for me to yell at. That was mean!"

"Some random person? Are you serious right now?"

"You just want me to take my rage out on someone that isn't you!"

"That's right."

"That's mean!"

"How is it mean?"

"To purposely invite an innocent bystander into my rage filled arena, that's mean!"

"It's not mean, it's Huntzberger."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's what the Huntzbergers do. You're feeling bitchy and you need someone to yell at, so you find someone who deserves it, and you use them as your personal verbal punching bag. It's not mean, it's Huntzberger."

"Logan!"

"I don't understand why you are upset right now in the first place. You were perfectly happy less than a minute ago."

"Because I'm pregnant and hormonal, and it's entirely all your fault!"

"MY fault?! How is it MY fault? I do remember you being a very willing participant."

"Because it's your fault! Because you're you, and your gorgeous, and you have that ridiculously stupid look on your face that drives me crazy. And I really just want to yell at you right now!"

"Yeah, I'm not ok with that. I don't like being yelled at. If I wanted someone to yell at me, I would go visit my Dad."

"Your Dad is self-centered jerk!"

"Well, at least we can agree on something." Logan laughed as there was a knock at the door. "Come on in!"

"Sylvester is here." Doyle said opening the door. "What did you do to piss her off?"

"I wish I knew. Apparently I was born or something." Logan shrugged.

"I have chocolate."

"She's going to need more than that."

"Cappuccino is being delivered."

"Good call. Go ahead and bring Sylvester in."

"Can I watch?"

"It's probably going to be loud."

"Please, I live with Paris." Doyle said walking back toward the waiting room to bring Sylvester in.

"Your target has arrived." Logan said sarcastically as he took a seat on the corner of Rory's desk, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"You really suck! You know that, right?!" Rory said with a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah, but you love that I do." he chuckled.

"What is this?! Since when are jeans appropriate business attire?" Sylvester asked as Doyle escorted him into the room.

"Oh geez!" Doyle commented, immediately putting his hands up in surrender.

"Get ready Doyle." Logan said softly with a giant smirk on his face, as Dole walked over to stand next to him, and pulled a couple bags of gummy bears out of his pocket, handing one to his co-conspirator.

"Sylvester, Doyle tells us that you called several times early this morning." Rory started.

"Since when are jeans appropriate in the office? This is a very important business, you know?!" Sylvester stated.

"Since when is what I wear any of your business?!" Rory asked.

"Jeans are NOT appropriate business attire!"

"What do you want Sylvester?"

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"Why don't you answer mine? I am your boss, you know?!"

"When did the corporate dress code change?"

"First of all Sylvester, I don't think you realize who you are speaking to. But last time I checked, no one died and left you in charge! I will wear whatever the hell I want to wear in MY office, and there isn't a single damn thing that you can do about it! And second, I'm the CEO of this company, AND your boss. So I suggest that you cut the attitude and start showing me some respect, or I'll just terminate your contract with us, right now!"

"HPG has a dress code!"

"Which applies to employees, aka, YOU! So until you start making the big bucks, and your name is the one on the company letter head, and signing everyone's paycheck, I suggest that you learn to mind your own damn business!"

"Not like it's any of your business, but it's moving day. We are moving things around and setting up the clinic downstairs. And last time I checked, even you don't wear a suit on moving day." Logan commented as he opened his bag of gummy bears, and popped one in his mouth.

"Says the doctor, who is eating children's sugary snacks." Sylvester snapped.

"Wow, you picked a REALLY bad day!" Logan chuckled.

"Sylvester, what do you want?" Rory asked getting more irritated as she stood there.

"Are you going to let your wife speak to me like this?"

"Actually, I am." Logan told him. "Rory can handle herself. Plus, she's the boss, so I don't really get a say in how she speaks to you. Or anyone else for that matter. But I do suggest that you watch how you speak to her, because not only will I allow her to handle you however she wants, but whenever she finally decides that she is done with you, you'll have me to deal with next. And if you think that Rory has a bad attitude, just wait until you see what happens to people who cross my wife."

"You two are a match made in hell!"

"Why thank you! It's kind of you to notice."

"What do you want Sylvester?" Rory asked again.

"I don't think it's appropriate for Logan to be running the employee clinic."

"Oh really?! Since when?"

"It's a conflict of interest."

"How?"

"Logan is an employee."

"And?"

"An employee should not be running the employee clinic."

"Let me get this straight . . ." Rory started. "You are telling me that an employee of HPG should not be running the Huntzberger clinic that is paid for by HPG, and located inside of the HPG corporate headquarters."

"That is correct. It's a conflict of interest."

"Are you freaking kidding me?! Get out of my office!"

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard me! Get out of my office!"

"So you are just going to allow all of us employees to have our personal medical records to fall into the hands of another employee?"

"I am providing all of MY employees with a licensed medical professional, located right here on the premises, who's salary is paid in part from company funds, to treat them for a much lower cost than they would be paying should they choose to go elsewhere, all while being seen by said license medical professional, during the work day, all while they themselves remain on the clock, AND receiving a paycheck! So no, I don't see how that is at all a conflict of interest! If the New York state medical board says that my husband is licensed to practice medicine, and Columbia University says that he is qualified to run one of their company medical clinics, then I don't see where anyone else gets to have an opinion. Especially not someone like you! Now, I suggest that unless you would like to discuss me buying your shares of HPG stock, you take your crappy attitude, and get the hell out of my office! And I also strongly suggest that you change said crappy attitude, because I am on the verge of firing you for insubordination!"

"You can't fire me."

"Oh really?! Want to watch me do it?! Push me! I dare you!" Rory said crossing her arms over her chest.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Logan chuckled.

"You can't fire a shareholder." Sylvester told her.

"You think that. But in your contract it actually states that firing an employee who happens to be a shareholder automatically means that said employee forfeits their shares of company stock."

"It doesn't say that."

"Have you read your contract? Because I have."

"You can't fire a shareholder."

"What part of get the hell out of my office do you not understand?!" Rory said slowly but very strongly.

"I suggest you clean out your desk." Logan told him.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! You can't fire me either!" Sylvester told him.

"Get out!" Rory shouted.

"Doyle." Logan said setting his gummy bears down, getting up from where he was perched on Rory's desk, and stepping in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I don't know who the hell you think that you two are."

"Clean out your desk." Rory sneered. "You're done here!"

"Let's go Sylvester." Doyle said reaching for his arm to escort him out of the office.

"Do not touch me!" Sylvester protested.

"Doyle, call security." Logan instructed him, locking eyes with the defiant man in front of him. "And bring me his termination paperwork."

"Yes Sir!" Doyle answered, reaching into his pocket for his phone, and quickly dialing a number. "I need a security team sent to the CEO office immediately please." Doyle said, then ended the call, watching as Logan continued to stare down Sylvester. Doyle quickly dialed another number and waited for the call to connect. "Hi, it's Doyle. I need you at HPG immediately. No, I need you NOW!" he said, then ended the call, and moved to use the desk top computer sitting behind Rory's desk.

Two minutes later two large security team members stormed into Rory's office.

"Mrs. Huntzberger, what's going on?" one of them asked.

"I need you to escort Sylvester to his desk, and get it cleaned out. Make sure he's off the property within twenty minutes, and bring me his company ID please."

"I'll have his termination paperwork delivered to his desk." Logan added as the two security guards reached for Sylvester's arms. "And if he refuses go ahead a do a citizen's arrest."

"Yes Sir!" The second security team member answered.

"Let's go Mr. Huntzberger." the first man said tugging on Sylvester's office. "You heard the orders."

"Your father will be hearing about this!" Sylvester protested.

"Not from you he won't!" Logan laughed, watching as Sylvester was escorted out of the office, and the door closed behind them.

"Rory, I need your signature." Doyle said pulling a stack of papers off the printer behind her desk as Rory burst into tears.

"Come here." Logan said calmly as he turned to face his wife, and held his arms out toward her.

"Collin is on his way. I'll leave the termination paperwork right here for you." Doyle said a moment later as he reached for a highlighter, and quickly highlighted where Rory's signature was needed. "I'll be back with your chocolate and a cappuccino as soon as it's delivered."

"Thanks Doyle." Logan said as he held his crying wife.

"Everything is going to be fine Rory. You got what you wanted. Sylvester is gone."

"And she got to yell at someone who wasn't me. I call this a double win!"

"Let me know if you need anything else."

"Thanks." Rory sniffled as Doyle patted her back, then left the office.

"You wanted someone to yell at." Logan said softly as he rubbed Rory's back to calm her down.

"But I wanted to yell at you."

"I gave you a better, more productive target."

"I should hate you right now." Rory said with another sniffle, trying to take a deep breath in an effort to calm herself.

"You could never hate me, and you know it. I'm really proud of you."

"For what?"

"For getting rid of my grandfather's idiotic brother." Logan chuckled. "Jerk is older than dirt and a royal pain in my ass! You handled that amazingly well."

"I want to punch him in the face."

"And he'll probably have us both charged with assault if you do."

"He can't charge you for assault if I'm the one who hits him."

"No, but if you hit him, I'll have to finish the job because he pissed my wife off enough to make her attack him. I won't let you go down alone."

"Doyle called Collin."

"Collin is the one who drew up the termination paperwork. I had him take care of it for me after the end of the year board meeting. Collin told us to call when it happens. He figured it would get ugly."

"Collin is pretty smart."

"That's why I allow you to keep him around." Rory said sniffling and wiping at her eyes as she slowly pulled away from Logan. "My makeup is all messed up now."

"You look beautiful." Logan said giving her a gentle smile, as he wiped some smeared mascara from under her eyes.

"I probably look like a racoon.

"No you don't."

"I'm crying over firing someone."

"No, you're crying over my uncle being an asshole to you."

"I feel stupid."

"You're not stupid. You're pregnant and hormonal. But hey, you just channeled those crazy hormones into being very productive. That was an awesome performance!"

"I can't believe you guys had gummy bears."

"That was all Doyle." Logan chuckled.

"He knows me way too well."

"You've spent way more time with him and Paris over the years than I ever will."

* ~ * ~ * ~ * 15 Minutes later * ~ * ~ * ~ *

"Alright, who did you kill?" Collin asked, walking into Rory's office 15 minutes later. "And how much is bail going to be?"

"I didn't do anything!" Logan laughed as he sat with his feet up on the desk while Rory sat next to him, fixing her makeup.

"Doyle called demanding that I show up here immediately."

"Rory got in a fight."

"Rory got in a fight? Sweet, innocent, soft spoken, keeps us pathetic losers out of jail Rory, got in a fight? With who?!"

"My uncle."

"Did she at least win?"

"Do you really think that I would be sitting here fixing my makeup if I had lost?" Rory asked.

"You cried, didn't you?"

"Not until after Logan had security escort the asshole out."

"Rory just cussed at me!" Collin said, completely shocked by what he had just heard.

"She didn't cuss at you. She's upset at the situation." Logan told him.

"So you had security escort the guy out?"

"We had to have him removed from this office. He's probably still cleaning out his desk downstairs."

"What did you fire him for?"

"Being a royal pain in the ass" Rory answered.

"That's not a legal reason."

"His paperwork says insubordination. Rory said you drafted it."

"She asked me to draft termination paperwork for her to fire someone for being an asshole to her a few weeks ago. I had her give me some examples of what the guy had done, and that was the legal reasoning I came up with."

"So we need you to deliver it to him."

"What's in it for me?"

"The crap load of money I pay you to take care of shit like this." Logan told him, giving his friend a questioning look.

"I want a raise!"

"And I want an attorney who does his job and gets this asshole off my property before I have to fire somebody else today!" Rory told him.

"Those are fighting words!" Collin laughed as he took the paperwork Logan held out to him.

"Someone is hormonal today."

"Where is the jerk?"

"Third floor. Have Doyle take you."

"And after that?"

"Meet us downstairs in the clinic office. We need help."

"Help from your attorney?"

"Help from my best friend."

"I really need to start charging you for friendship services."

"I already over pay you for legal services. You're welcome!" Rory said rolling her eyes as she zipped up her purse and tucked it back into her desk drawer.

"Don't make her start singing!"

"Singing what?"

"The Moana song."

"Yeah, let's not. I get more than enough of that at home, thank you very much!"

"We'll see you downstairs." Logan laughed as Collin turned and headed out of the office to find Doyle.

A few minutes later Collin and Doyle walked into the small office Sylvester occupied on the third floor to see four security officers standing in different places throughout the room.

"Mr. Mc Master, Mr. McCrae." the head of security greeted as they entered.

"Mr. Huntzberger, I am Attorney Collin McCrae of the Law Offices of McCrae and Associates. I have your termination paperwork that I need you to sign."

"They can't fire me. Mitchum is in charge here. NOT his son! And certainly not that girl that he married!" Sylvester laughed.

"Actually, on the contrary, New York is an at will employment state. Are you aware of what that means?"

"I'm sure that you are about to tell me anyway."

"It means that without a restricting contract, Rory can fire you for any reason at all, including that she doesn't like the color of your eyes."

"I have a contract."

"Your contract is over 20 years old, and it's also null and void. I read over your contract. You are in breach. And according to Mrs. Huntzberger, you were to be off of this premises within twenty minutes, of which time you are currently 5 minutes over. I suggest that you sign this paperwork right here on the designated line where it says your name, quickly gather your things, and leave the property at once. You are currently trespassing, and I have every right to have you arrested should I choose to do so."

"So Rory is firing me because she doesn't like the color of my eyes?"

"No, Rory is firing you for insubordination. You have been have been a completely inconsiderate, disrespectful, self-righteous jerk since the day Rory took over as CEO, and frankly, I am surprised that she has put up with you for this long. I've known Rory for a long time, and never once has she tolerated such a bad attitude, and blatant disrespect. The only reason that you have continued to be employed here is because you are family. However, your days have been numbered for months, and you've now more than pushed the limits of our patience. Sign your name and get the hell out before I have you arrested!"

"You won't have me arrested. I'm 80 years old. No cop will arrest me."

"Wanna bet? I'll call them right now. Sign your name and get out!" Collin repeated. "You are trespassing on private property."

"I have worked in this building for over 40 years."

"Does it look like I care?" Collin asked, while trying not to laugh.

"I'll be calling your Father, Andrew. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear all about how his son threatened an old man."

"Again, does it look like I care?! You can call my Father all you'd like! I'll even give you the number! Take your crap and get out!" Collin said as two uniformed police officers entered the office.

"Mr. Huntzberger, you have one minute to exit this office, and make your way out of the building, or you will be arrested for trespassing on private property." One of the officers spoke up.

"Sign the paperwork, take your crap, and get out!" Collin repeated.

"You children have zero respect for your elders!" Sylvester said as he stood from his chair.

"You can sign your name right now, or I will have a judge force you to sign in court, after I have you held without bail."

"I'm signing under duress."

"I don't give a damn if you sign while wearing a dress! Just sign the papers, and get the hell off the property!"

"Where is my severance pay?"

"You've been fired! You don't get any severance pay! You don't get a damn thing when you're fired except maybe to not be arrested, but that is only if you get the hell out of here in the next 30 seconds!"

"I am entitled to severance pay."

"You are entitled to nothing more than a slap in the face and a kick in the butt at this point. Mr. Huntzberger, I am done arguing with you. This is just plain harassment at this point. I am only going to say this one more time, and then am going to have these fine officers here escort you out in handcuffs, put you in their shiny police cruisers, and escort you to your holding cell at their lovely incarceration establishment. And if I do so, you will not only be charged with trespassing, but I will have it upgraded to criminal trespassing, and also have you charged with harassment, intimidation, slander, criminal threat, and resisting arrest. You are already 80 years old. Don't push me, or I will make sure that you spend the rest of your miserable life behind bars, and never again see the light of day. SIGN THE PAPERS AND GET OUT! NOW!" Collin said sternly, as he stared Sylvester directly in the eye.

"Let's go Mr. Huntzberger!" the police officer said, stepping up next to Collin as he stood directly in front of Sylvester. "Grab your things. You are trespassing on private property. It is time for you to leave."

"This is the most disgustingly disrespectful thing that anyone has ever done!" Sylvester said loudly as he signed his name on the paperwork Collin had set on the desk, then threw his pen down, causing it to bounce off the desk and drop onto the floor.

"Would you like to be charged with destruction of property as well?" Collin asked. "Take your things, and leave! Officers, here is a copy of his termination paperwork. He is allowed to take only his personal belongings, meaning his coat, and the pictures from this desk. Anything else is company property, and he will be criminally charged for taking it. Steven, Fred," Collin said as he turned to look at the two head security officers for HPG. "I expect you to notify me immediately if Mr. Huntzberger attempts to pilfer anything that isn't his. No files, no documents, no office supplies, no computers, no nothing. His coat and his personal pictures. That's it! Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes Sir!" Steven answered.

"Yes Mr. McCrae." Fred echoed.

"I'll see you all at the door downstairs." Collin told them, then turned and left the office.