Strictly Business (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

** Hulk above

Christian's POV

***Four months later***

"Sir, for the last time, it wasn't fvcking me." My voice seemed to reach a dangerous tone as the last of my patience seemed to disperse into the air.

"Mr. White, if you wanted to convince me that it really wasn't you, then I suggest you watch your language, and be more respectful!"

My boss, Mr. Brandon Ketheral, was an aging man whose features seemed to finally be portraying his true age. Wispy gray hairs stuck out of his head, and the permanent wrinkles on his face were not from smiling during his previous years.

"Well then, I guess you would be able to tell how exasperated I am that you won't believe me when I say that I am not the culprit."

"Really, so you mean to tell me that even though the cameras managed to catch you sneaking into the file room, and even though the files of the most important cases ever received at this law firm somehow were just magically stuffed at the bottom of your file cabinets, which you mentioned previously that you are the only lawyer with access to those locked drawers, let alone your office, you are not even an ounce guilty?"

Remember, the charge of first-degree murder will not look good on your record nor the news, Christian. Keep calm.

"If I need to spell it out for you, then I will, Mr. Ketheral." I paused for a moment, thinking over the situation. "You know, isn't it quite ironic that the motto of this building is 'innocent until proven guilty', yet you don't show any sign of remorse for someone who quite literally works here. After all, the cameras may have been hacked, and as for my cabinets, someone could have broken into them."

"I'm sure, Christian, that if someone had broken the lock on your cabinets, I am quite sure that you would have noticed."

 As I took a deep breath, I (hopefully) released at least some of the anger that was brewing up a storm in my chest.

"With all due respect, today's society manages to break into banks, and sometimes, people do not notice until the next day. I hardly doubt a $3 lock will be much of a struggle for them."

"You know, I just finished up filling out paychecks for the employees, and if I recall correctly, do correct me if I am wrong because of my old age, but one week's worth is certainly enough for you to buy a new car, so there should be no struggle of purchasing a new lock. Is that correct?"

Ketheral's eyes seemed to glimmer in the false hope he had of outsmarting me.

"Well, maybe so, but if it weren't for someone's bloody ridiculous idea of putting the third rule into the newly hired employee's packet, I would have been capable of buying myself a whole new office." My eyes narrowed as I studied his body's behavior at my words. "I presume you have no clue of what I am talking about, guessing by your reaction."

"Of course, I do." My quick eyes didn't fail to catch the quick gulp and flitting of his eyes he performed seconds after stating that foolish lie.

 "Good, then you should be very familiar with the fact that no employee is allowed to purchase new furniture for their office at all."

"You know what, Christian White," he seemed to spit my name out of his mouth, "I've had enough with your games. I've tried to see the good in you, I really did, but I guess it's my turn to spell something out."

My eyes rolled mentally at his comment.

Tried my a-... Nevermind.

"YOUR. SUSPENDED."