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13.

Vincent's fake smile drops the minute he steps away from the others, heading into his office. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he feels so incredibly tired. All these incompetent idiots, almost make him tired enough to just retire and sleep without a word to anyone, and let Percy off this time. Almost.

"What the actual FUCK, Percy?! You are supposed to be my goddamn assistant, aren't you? Not Chrissy's, not the fucking president's, MINE! So you will do exactly as I say, and if I say I don't want to hear as much as a word about my damn birthday then you fucking make sure to...?"

"To not mention it is your birthday to anyone?"

"You are so goddamn smart Percy, incredible, good job for figuring it out!" Vincent is smiling at him, holding his shoulder tight. "Too fucking bad this genius idea came to you just a tiny bit too late, because LITERALLY EVERYONE IS IN MY LIVING ROOM THROWING ME A GODDAMN BIRTHDAY PARTY!" He is shouting again, being so out that maybe it is audible outside the room, but he doesn't care he had enough today. Firing this man is way too easy, he will make him scrub toilets for the rest of his miserable life...

He is about to tell him about his promotion as the new esteemed member of the cleaning staff, but a loud thump is heard outside the room. His office is quite far from the living room where most of the guests are, but maybe someone came after them to check on him and hear the argument. Vincent groans, turning towards the door, great now he has to deal with this too, he has to do everything around here, a bunch of idiots...

He shoots Percy a warning glance not to move, as he is not done shouting at him, and walks to the door with quick steps to catch whoever is eavesdropping. But just as he does, the lights go out and the room gets swallowed by the dark, leaving them mostly blind, except the little moonlight oozing through the curtains. He can hear a few guests scream - what a bunch of pussies, scared of a little darkness.

"S-sir? What was that...?"

"Shut the hell up Percy, probably an outage or a short circuit. Someone must have tried to use the oven and the fucking coffee maker at the same time again or something. I will go and have a look, you stay here and wait. I have no use for you besides that, I doubt you could handle it." He barks and heads out of the room, only for his foot to get caught in something. He falls to his face, cursing. "Are you alright?" Percy calls out but he doesn't make an effort to go and help him up. Idiot.

"Shut the fuck up, I am okay."

But as he starts to stagger to his feet, holding his probably bleeding nose, he feels something sticky and warm under him. Did his nose bleed that much? Impossible, but then what is this on his expensive carpet? He tries to feel around with his hand, and soon he finds more warm liquid... and something squishy. Tracing it, he can feel an... arm. Fuck this is a person, a bleeding, person.

Now freaked out Vincent quickly stands up, listening tensely, as he still cannot see shit.

Maybe footsteps, multiple, running. And panicked breathing, maybe even muffled voices. Someone cries out and more shouting. Something is wrong, very wrong.