𝓥𝓲𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝔂[√]

4

It had been a week, and Bruce couldn't get Clark out of his head. He kept remembering the blue eyes, the thick, wavy black hair, the broad shoulders, and the lips—oh, the lips that kissed him that morning before Clark left.

He was in his office, reviewing the account reports of one of his companies, which was reporting more losses than it should. He had already figured it out; yesterday, he returned his report that one of the employees there was selling more than they were reporting and keeping the extra money for themselves.

Today, he was going to have to deal with that.

Standing, he pulled on his suit jacket, exited his office at Wayne Enterprises, and went to his parking garage. He pulled out of the garage and decided to stop for a coffee before he went to deal with the stealing bastards working for him.

He pulled into a parking spot and looked up at the building with 'Wayne's Words' written on it. He hated coming here. Taking a sip of his coffee, he entered the building and nodded at the wide-eyed receptionist before going to the elevator and riding it to the top floor.

Sighing, he stepped out of the elevator and looked around. There were desks with scattered papers everywhere and the sounds of numerous printers and people talking, but that soon stopped as people started to notice him.

Walking toward the editor in the chief office, he frowned as he heard yelling coming from inside. "I just wrote the article based on what information I got; I can't write a false story, Perry," a familiar voice said before the door opened, and someone stormed out, bumping right into him and spilling his coffee.

"Damn it," He exclaimed as he looked up and froze. "Clark?" he asked softly as the other man stared at him wide-eyed.

"Clark, you dumbass! what did you do?" An older man exclaims, rushing out of the office and to Bruce's side, dapping his shirt with paper towels. "Don't just stand there; you spilled coffee all over Mr. Wayne. Apologise." The white-haired man said while glaring at Clark.

Pushing the man away, Bruce narrowed his eyes at the man. "Perry Whyte, I assume," He said, and the man's eyes lit up at the fact that Bruce Wayne knew his name.

"Yes, nice to meet you," the white-haired man grinned, holding out his hand for Bruce to shake, which he looked down at before looking over at Clark and fighting back a blush when their eyes met.

"Hello, Clark. It's nice to see you again," he purred, and the other man raised a brow at him.

"You too, how is Alfred?" He asked, and Bruce blushed at the memory of the morning Clark had met the butler

"He is fine," Bruce muttered, and Clark smiled.

"Well, I got some work to do. I'll see you later," The other male said before walking away. Bruce watched him until he sat down before returning to the editor-in-chief standing there.

"We have some things to discuss," Bruce said, going into the office; he walked over to the other side, sat in the large chair behind the desk, and waited for Perry to sit down. "So, this publishing company has been losing a lot of money. Last week's report said the number of prints that went out was 5000 when the order was for 3500, and we only got money for 2000. So Perry, where is my money?" He asked. Perry stared at him, wide-eyed and nervous.

"Mr. Wayne I can assure you that I don't know where or who the money has gone to, I didn't even realize that the money had been going missing until it was brought to my attention two weeks ago." The white-haired man said, and Bruce scolded.

"You are the boss here, the one who goes over all the printing numbers, all the accounting, and sales. You are the one who checks all this stuff. So, how could you miss thousands of dollars from the company?" Bruce asked, and Perry started to shake.

"I normally have another one of the employees do that for me; one of the employees has an accounting degree." He said, and Bruce frowned.

"Well, I will be here until the problem is solved," Bruce said. He had an idea of who was doing it; he just needed to make sure. Being the best detective in Gotham, it should be easy. 

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Re-published: April 28, 2024, 1 pm

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