Chasing Fallen

Chapter 37

Basically we were kicked out of the Apple HQ.

Preston, being Preston didn't seem bothered in the slightest, finding the whole situation hilarious in his opinion. The rest of us didn't quite share his view.

So I guess you might be wondering why we got a signed letter asking us to kindly not come back to the headquarters. Well, let's just say Chester managed to comfort Emma a little too well in one of the programmers' offices.

I was gonna kill that boy.

He didn't even looked like he cared much about the whole ordeal anyways. He had his ever present nonchalant deadpan on his face as he crossed his hands over his chest. We were all sat in front of the director's desk.

The director was furious. The sporadic clenching of his jaw was a clear indicator of how livid he was.

"We're still trying to figure out what to do with your group." Mr Fernando muttered, shuffling a couple of papers about his desk. "Since you only completed three out of the five days you guys needed to be shadowing, we couldn't draw up any credit for any of you to come up with a verdict. Unless we figure out how to grade you, you guys may be automatically sacked tomorrow."

That was when Chester looked uncomfortable. "You can't possibly punish everyone here for my choices."

"Choices? Your impudent lack of judgement severed our connections with Apple and your little girlfriend had to go on Twitter to complain about the 'social injustice' that befell on her when she was fired. That little stunt of hers garnered a lot of attention you know! You single handedly ruined Sakuba's reputation, Chester!" He glared at the boy.

"You are the one that forced me to come to this damn camp in the first place, Dad!" He spat out.

Ahh... So the plot thickens.

"You ungrateful little—Your little stunt may cost me my fucking job, then who's gonna pay for your 'art school' huh?" The man slammed his hands onto the desk.

Chester got up from his seat, consequently launching his chair three feet away from him. The rest of us passed weary glances to each other. This was very uncomfortable.

"Don't act as if you were gonna pay it in the first place. You hated the idea. Just accept it dad, I don't want to be like you!" He shouted.

Silence.

A longer beat of silence.

And a pregnant one too.

Then a little extra silently silent silence that finally gave birth to more silence.

The father and son were now vis-à-vis, as they both fumed with unbridled anger.

"I think we should let them go at it."  Preston whispered to us. Nodding, all seven of us sneaked out of the office.

"So what are we gonna do now?" Pointdexter asked as soon as we were out of the impending blood bath. This was the first time I've ever heard him being unsure.

"Now, now we wait." I sighed. There really wasn't much we could do at this point.

"Don't worry guys, I'll figure this out." Preston assured us. "I could try to call the guy we were shadowing under to give you a quick assessment and present them to the camp. Hopefully he'll agree."

We all looked at him as if he had presented us with the holy grail.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Shaggy fangirled. So he did get his Scooby snacks after all. "At least, now I don't think anything can get any wor—"