Dreamwatcher | KOTLC

Chapter Fourteen: Boss

The walk to meet the boss was endless! They were walking for about ten minutes when Shon finally said something. 

"Hurrah! We're almost halfway there, guys!"

Sophie face-palms in irritation, while Dex shouts "Yay!"  But what confused Sophie the most was how Shon was acting so friendly towards them. Weren't they the hostages? Why was he treating them as more than normal people?

As they were walking, Sophie decided to pass the time by brainstorming a couple of questions she could ask Shon. She edged a tiny bit closer to him and asked, "So, what does this organization do?"

Shon looked over at her, lost in a daze for a moment, but then regained his consciousness. "Oh, thank you for reminding me. How rude of me, not to explain the sole purpose of you being here. We're an organization called 'The Dreamwatchers.'"

"Uh, creepy," Dex commented, engrossing himself in their conversation. 

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, but we take this very seriously. We're actually inventors who are working towards our goal."

"Which is . . . ?" Dex asked impatiently. 

"We want to be able to jump dreams."

What the heck? 

"What do you mean?" Dex asked, suddenly very interested. "So you basically want to jump from one dream to another?"

"Precisely!" Shon replied with a proud tone. "We're working on a machine that will allow us to travel to another's dream and control our own bodies in it. Because you know how each dream you have is like a movie, right? You can't do anything; you just lay there. And watch."

Sophie and Dex both nodded. 

Shon cleared his throat, then quickly added, "I wish I could explain more, but the boss will be devastated if he has nothing to say. You know how it is."

"Actually we don't," Dex mentioned. 

"Whatever."

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Once the everlasting trip to the "boss" finally ended, they stopped in front of a large, wooden door, with a Harry Potter vibe. There was no doorknob, but a metal handle sticking out of the center. Sophie had to look up slightly to get a full glimpse of the handle. She also noticed that Shon had some trouble reaching the handle. He looked to be about Linh's height (which isn't very tall). They both turned to Dex, who just happened to be taller than both of them.

"What?" He asked, confused by the turned faces. It took him a while to finally figure it out, by staring at them, then at the door, then back at them, then back at the door for who knows how long. "Oh, I see I need to be the hero again. I guess the life of someone as amazing as I have to be the saviour." Dex ended his phrase with a sigh.

"Ugh, you remind me of Keefe," Sophie grunted.

"And you remind me of Sophie Foster," Dex added like it was a fact. 

"But—"

"Hush hush," Dex interrupted. "Let me do my job." And with that, he sauntered over to the handle and slammed it against the door three times. 

"What was that for?!" Sophie asked, outraged by the sudden motion. 

"He's not wrong though," Shon says calmly, coming up behind Sophie and lifting his hand to her shoulder. "The boss doesn't like it when people barge in on him, especially when he is unaware of their arrival nonetheless."

"Oh, well your "Boss" must definitely be a sweetheart," Sophie answered sarcastically. 

"Of course!" Shon said in the same tone. 

The three of them laughed as they walked into the Boss' Chamber. 

Once they set foot into the room, Shon immediately stopped laughing, and his expression became as hard as stone.  

"Sir," he said with a hint of aggression. 

"Hello, Mr. Wright," said a deep voice, obviously belonged to a man, yet to Sophie, it seemed so young, and . . . innocent? The man was sitting on a large spin-chair, extremely tall at the back so no-one could see the top of their head. It almost reminded Sophie of this show she and her sister Amy used to watch when they were younger. She shook the thought away, focusing on being ready to face the Boss. 

"You may leave now, Mr. Wright," said the voice, and it seemed with a touch of annoyance. Shon nodded, pleased to be released of the pressure. Was this guy really that bad?

"Um, hello, sir . . ." Sophie trailed off, not sure what to call him. 

"You may simply call me Sir, thank you. I get quite irritated when others call me anything different, such as 'Mister,' 'Boss,' or 'Mr. S.' Especially that one." Hearing this made Sophie a little less confident. There were probably several more things that could set this guy off, and she didn't want to get on his bad side. 

Dex cleared his throat, clearly preparing to make a comment. Sophie prayed it wasn't anything rude, or embarrassing. The last thing she wanted was to have this guy think of them as some fools. 

"You said you don't like it when people call you 'Boss,' right?"

"That is correct."

"But you are the Boss. Why don't you want them to know you like that?" Sophie's jaw dropped in disbelief. Who was he to speak to him in any way like that?

"Ah, I see your request that people recognize me as 'Boss,' instead of 'Sir?' Well, you do have a point, young gentleman. What is your name, again?"

Dex narrowed his eyebrows for some reason, but he did get a little tense. He also gulped, which Sophie was confused by because it was very unlike him. "My name is Dex, Sir. Dex Dizznee."

"There it is." The tone of his voice is so calm, so inviting, then you realize in the flick of a hand, he could have you executed, and no one would know. The thought sent shivers up Sophie's spine. "Why did you call me 'Sir,' Dex Dizznee? When you just briefly explained that everyone else should call me 'Boss?'"

Dex fidgeted with his fingers. "Well, I, uh, you didn't actually give me an answer whether or not you agreed."

"Excellent point. From here on out, I shall be known as Boss. What do you think?"

"Um, it's fine . . . ? I guess."

"Yes! It is very fine! I shall express my gratitude by sending for some delicious Cinnacreme!"

Dex's face lit up as a very armoured guard walked out from the shadows—making Sophie and Dex jump by his presence 一 and raced out the room for the requested drink. 

"Thank you for your hospitality," Sophie said, pacing a few steps closer, feeling her confidence rise with each step. "But we only really want to know why we're here."

"Ah, but that's why we have the drinks. You'll be here a while, but for now, we need to chat."