"Don't. You. Dare. Don't even think about it." Dr. Kaplan said, serious as death.
"It was just a joke. Calm down Kap." Peter said exactly the opposite of Dr. Kaplan, his joking manner put lines Dr. Kaplan's forehead.
"This is no time to joke!" Dr. Kaplan yelled as he threw the large file he was holding on the large dark wooden table in front of him. The files papers scattered across the table and the floor as Dr. Kaplan swore under his breath. "We're not resorting to that, I'm not bothering Mag for this." Dr. Kaplan says trying to calm his tone down. "Bryon check 13a again."
A young man with dark hair matching the table reaches down under Dr. Kaplan and cleans up the papers then pulls out about 10 pieces of paper.
"Sir we have already checked this file, many, many times, and we have found nothing. 13a is similar but, it's not the same."
"What did I say Bryon?" Dr. Kaplan says though clenched teeth.
"To check 13a again."
"So then what are you doing?" Dr. Kaplan questioned.
"Bryon and I are on it." A young man with fiery red hair said, clearly trying to defuse the bomb they call Dr. Kaplan. The other seven men in the room were not like Dr. Kaplan, they were all in their 20's and 30's while he is 59, although he says he's 51. He has streaks of grey in his brown messy hair, while the other men all had perfectly combed and colored hair. The Dr wore a suit, with no coat or tie, while the rest of them wore full suits on this warm June day. Dr. Kaplan would be leaving this meeting in 10 minutes to go see his wife while the rest of them stayed to work for the next four hours. They didn't do these things because they wanted too, no, they did them because Dr. Kaplan is their boss, and one wrong move could get them fired. There were eight men working here this morning. There are now seven. Meyer, the man who was fired this morning made a very wrong move. He asked for the day off. Of course it is Mother's Day, so the 10 women who are usually in office are not here today, but that doesn't give the men an excuse to leave. Meyer had to learn that the hard way.
All of a sudden all the heads of the men in that room turned. They were now all looking at Peter. The one who was laughing. The one who was laughing at the boss.
"Peter!" Dr. Kaplan screamed astonished.
"Are you gonna fire me Kap?" Peter said in his same joking tone.
"Call me Kap one more time!" Dr. Kaplan yelled. His head fell into his hands rubbing his temples while he asked, "Evan. Remind me why Peter has to be here, and why I can't FIRE HIM!"
"Because he is the detail annalist. Best in the world. We can't work without him. He's necessary." Another young man with black hair said quietly.
With a long slow sign of defeat, the Dr speaks quietly. "Evan and Jeremy go check file 13b. Alex and E-Z go check 13c. Peter, scatter yourself." Dr. Kaplan started to sit down until he shot back up. "Bryon, where's, um, uhhh, um, new guy. The red-head?"
"He got a call to report to the lobby. His name is Toby."
"Ok, when he gets back it's Bryon and Toby on 13a, Jeremy and Evan on 13b, and Alex and E-Z on 13c. Peter-."
"Dr. Kaplan-." Toby says as he runs in hurriedly.
"Did you just interrupt me Tony?"
"It's Toby." Toby says speed talking. "I don't know how to tell you this so I'm going to come out and say it. Mag...Mag was killed."
The Dr.'s eyes widened from a size one to a size 18,000. "President Magistien was killed." Dr. Kaplan said, falling into his chair. "Dead!"
All they could hear is Peter laughing. "Your the president!" He murmured.
