𝕋𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕' (𝕋𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕟) ✔

🔸Chap5🔸

The meeting was something which Can couldn't put it in the form of words. It was intimidating. There was a huge, long table where Tin sat at the end like a prince and others looked like scared criminals.

One of them was even shivering. All Can thought was, is he that scary?/

The meeting ended at a sad note. Tin was a total animal at the meeting, screaming and scolding his workers for each and every fudging mistake. Can had built up a fear for him. Tin literally fired a worker for printing wrong page number on the final game manual. Can found it completely ridiculous, he started to hate him even more.

All Can cared about was, his job. His job was in risk. He could be fired for some silly mistake any time.  And Can was a king at mistake Island, his day wouldn't pass without one.

After the horrible scary meeting, Tin and Can headed back to Tin's office room. Tin plopped on the couch at the corner, he seemed pretty tired. He should be, he  shouted his lungs out a while ago. An aggressive person he is, Can thought.

Can looked unsure of what to do, after the meeting he was being way too cautious about every single thing.
"Would you like me to get you some drink Sir?"

Tin looked at him a little shocked, he replied "..No, we're going for lunch anyways now."

"We?" Can asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, we." Tin repeated in a 'duh' tone. He continued "Your my secretary, you have to follow my actions 24/7"

Soon, they headed to a very classic restaurant Can had ever been to in Tin's rich ass Benz.
Can almost squealed like a kid when he entered the place. "Woah.. Tin- shit... Sir, this place looks antique"
Tin couldn't help but admire Can's reaction. He chuckled internally but had his domestic scowl playing on his face.

"This is just a petty place Can, I can show more than this!" Tin replied proud of his wealth. Can was busy staring at the interior. It was a antique themed restaurant. Can walked ahead admiring and exploring the different things displayed.

He ran his hands over a beautiful vase when one of the worker shoved him away. "You cannot touch that vase kid, it's worth a million. Back off"
Can was about to open his dangerous curse filled mouth when another voice interrupted his actions.

"My handkerchief's worth  more than two million, if you find dirt on your shitty vase I can lend you mine. But control your damn tongue while speaking to my secretary"  Tin spoke making Can surprised yet angry at the same time.

"I'm extremely sorry sir, I didn't know he was your secretary! He looks like a kid" The worker apologised.

"Whatever,.. arrange a table for two"

"Certainly sir." With that the worker left, leaving Can and Tin alone.
Can looked utterly pissed, Tin was actually satisfied with himself for defending Can but he was confused to see him pouting and glaring at him..

"You don't have to do it. I can defend my own self....
. It's all about money isn't it? He apologised as soon as he knew you were rich. That's exactly the reason why I hate rich people!" Can spat.

"Come on Can, its just because the vase really was expensive. Its not wrong he reacted that way. What if you  broke that thing, you'd probably have to sell your house to repay. Be thankful I saved your ass!" Tin ended making Can fume with anger.

"You know what, your right I get it. I'm never ever going anywhere to a 'rich' place with a asshat like you! I'll stay in my lane and eat food from my favourite roadside stall and I fucking don't mind it. I'm waiting outside in the car. Go feed yourself with the rich ass food!" Can spoke through his gritted teeth, inducing venom in every word he spoke.

He spun around, and headed out leaving a speechless Tin. Now, What in the heavenly world I said caused him to lash out on me like that? He's definitely suffering from high blood pressure. Lucky that he's cute, or I would've fired him a long ago. 

Can went out and eyed the Benz up and down. It again made him even more angry.
Rich fucking assholes!/ He cursed trying to control the anger. Exactly five minutes later, Tin came out. Can looked confused. He asked "Didn't you eat?"

"I ordered them to deliver it to my office. I ordered some chicken for you. Now let's head back!" Tin spoke pushing Can towards the passage seat and himself on the drivers seat.

"I'm not going to eat your food, Sir!" Can said, still  pissed. Tin sighed "stop being a brat,  I'm not going to let you starve!"

"I can buy food for myself, you don't have to be considerate and shit"/

" its not about being considerate and shit. We're just eating together  and its no big deal."

"It is, now if you'd stop the car at the blue stall, I'd buy some kebab."

"No way, its not hygienic. I already ordered food, we are going to eat it together and its final!"

"But-"

"I'm your boss and you have no choice"

"Damn you rich creepholes!" Can mumbled under his breath and Tin let out a chuckle.

Soon after they pulled over at the driveaway, headed to their office. Can shamelessly ate more than half of the food not forgetting to rant about his hatred towards rich people. Tin started to find his secretary quite amusing, he really was a unique brat who caught his rare attention.