I burst through the office door, and went straight to Nick. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and slammed him against the wall.
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?" I shouted. "I gave you ONE JOB."
He grabbed at my arm, gasping. "I'm sorry, man. I was in the washroom, and I told George to be careful. I still don't even know what happened!"
"You're an idiot," I said through gritted teeth. All the employees in the room were staring. They'd probably been examining the scene, when I barged in.
None of them said a word, and since Nick was clueless, I turned to them.
"Who let this happen?" I shouted. There was a pause, and then the first floor secretary spoke up.
"There was a man who said he worked under you as a technician, and I let him in..." he said sheepishly.
I dropped Nick and walked over. "He told you that, and you believed him? What are you, five!?"
"He seemed authentic!" He protested. "He mentioned your...um..."
"My what?" I spat. "What's so convincing that you let him in without any orders?"
"Your name. Your real name."
The room was silent, and I stood there, wondering how I could've been tricked this easily.
Of course he knew my real name. He was one of the only people still alive that knew me personally in high school, and he had people who could tell him that my name was a code word in my office.
Only a few of my loyal employees knew it, including Nick and Sam. My secretary was trusted with it only after he'd worked for me for five years, and only because he was sitting at the front desk every day of the week. It was a faulty system, and one I didn't think he would bother to find out about.
"Fuck!" I yelled, pulling at my hair. "Go find witnesses, license plates, security footage, anything. All of you in this room are working on it, and we don't stop until George is back here, safe."
The people started busying themselves again, and my secretary cleared his throat. I turned to him, and he was pale.
"Am I, um," he started to say.
"You're not fired," I sighed. It wasn't his fault the system was flawed.
He sighed in relief, and hurried off to resume his job.
I sat down and ran my hands through my hair, taking a deep breath. Just wait, George. We're coming.
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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...
