Chapter 4: Crash

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 "Honestly Coriolanus how do you expect to be a good president if you can't even keep your desk clean!" sneered Léo Mauvais, who was pacing around Coriolanus' office, cup of steaming coffee in hand as he berated his boss. "As if your bad attitude wasn't already enough trouble, now we have to deal with your messiness!" Mauvais says and comes to a pause in front of the desk, leaning forward against it and grinning madly at a silently seething Coriolanus, who was trying his damn best not to snap. This was what Léo wanted, and Coriolanus didn't want to give him the satisfaction, not at all. "and don't get me started on how silly that girl is for dating you," Coriolanus clenched his jaw, he had to hold it together. Who cared what Mauvais thought of his relationship...right? 

 Mauvais leaned closer, head propped up on the desk with his hands as he stood in front of Coriolanus. "I've seen her at her shows, and she's way out of your league, poor foolish girl honestly..." Léo sighs dramatically and pushes himself off the desk. 

  Coriolanus slams his fist down on the desk. That was it. He couldn't handle it anymore. "Get....the....hell...out....NOW" screams Coriolanus. Léo Mauvais stares for a moment, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, before he collects himself and grins. "of course sir." he says, the last word laced with icyness. Mauvais gives a small polite bow before turning and striding out of the office, clearly pleased with himself. 

  As soon as he was gone, Coriolanus hissed and snatched a stapler from his desk. Clutching it tightly in his hand he abruptly chucked it as hard as he could. He sat there breathing heavily as he watched the stapler break into pieces and litter the floor. How...dare...Léo....Mauvais...say...that....to...him. Coriolanus huffed and punched the wall behind his desk. He didn't understand how Mauvais had the balls to insult him. the PRESIDENT of PANEM. It was like he had a damn death wish or something.

  Coriolanus slowly took a deep breath and pushed his chair away from the damaged wall and back towards his desk. He knew he had to talk to Mr. Léo Mauvais soon and make his boundaries and rules very clear to the reckless man. With a small tired sigh, he picks up his pen again and gets back to the small mountain of paperwork on his desk.

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