GEORGE
"Are you actually going?" I asked incredulously. He was crazy, showing up to who-knows-what trap he's been set for.
"He doesn't negotiate," Dream replied. "If I wait, more people die. That's just how it is."
"Okay, but I'm coming? Right?" I begged him. He was planning on going with just a couple bodyguards and a gun, and even though I would pretty much be useless, I wanted to be there.
"Absolutely not," Dream replied firmly. "You're staying here with Nick, where it's safe."
"But what if yo-"
"No buts. Don't forget I'm your employer, and you have to do as I say."
That shut me up, but I still wasn't happy. I had a bad feeling, that maybe Dream would do something stupid, or walk straight into a trap.
He checked his watch, and got up from his desk. "Go work, and don't worry about me. Just don't leave the building."
I watched as he left the room, and heard the elevator ding. My stomach was turning, but he knew better than I did. I'm sure he'd be fine.
Nick was chilling in the corner of the room, sipping a coke. I wondered how much he got paid, just to laze about and watch for possibly suspicious people.
I looked down at the long list of meetings I had to plan, and sighed. No use worrying about Dream now, I guess. I had a lot of work to do.
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It was 7:45pm. Dream's meeting should have started 15 minutes ago, and I was tapping my nail nervously on the desk. He hadn't told me when he'd be back, and I prayed that everything goes well.
Nick was in the bathroom, and I was all alone in my office. The only sound in the room was my watch clicking annoyingly. I decided to take it off, and leave it on the corner of my desk so it wouldn't drive me crazy.
A knock sounded at the door. "George?"
I frowned, it was a voice I didn't recognize. A soft British accent, but deep and smooth. "Yes?"
"It's your technician, there's a bug in the system. Can I come in and fix it?"
"Okay, the door's unlocked," I told him, and the door swung open. In walked a tall brunette man in a white dress shirt, with round glasses on the bridge of his nose. He carried a small bag, and I figured he was probably sent by the secretary downstairs.
"I'll just check the box behind you...."
I ignored him, scribbling down yet another meeting for Dream next week. What a pain....
I jumped a little as I felt a small prick on my forearm. "What the..."
My mind didn't register the needle in his hand, until my vision went dark.
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Mafia (DNF)
Fanfiction24 year old programmer, George, has no idea what he's in for when he stumbles into a tall blonde man on the streets. He apologizes and goes about his day normally. That night, on his way home, he's dragged out of the comfort of his life and into a w...
