Mr.Graceffa doesn't do romance.

Chapter 2: The curiositiy is killing me.

{Shanes Pov}

The office was beautiful. Wooden floors, a small sofa, a table and a couple of chairs, the nice 'L' shaped desk, the paintings, and the cabinets.

I pace back and forth. I know I'm suppose to be filling out my résumé that I was supposed to do before I got the job, the one that I didn't get to on time because I ended up having sex with him ten minutes after we met, but I couldn't focus. He made me so curious. He intrigued me so much. Maybe I had grown attached to him or something, but I cant help it. I look at the clock that hung on the wall.

3:23 pm.

Shoot. Still a couple more hours. I finally decided to sit down and finish the resume, and then the contract you have to read and sign after you get the job.

It was a lot of paperwork, but somehow I got through with it.

5:15 pm.

The clock read. I decided I'd go grab some lunch/ dinner since I had time, and I haven't ate at all today.

By the time I walked back into the building it was 5:45. I quickly are my subway sandwich I had gotten, and grabbed some of the papers from the front office ladies.

Office lady: And this is now your work phone, carry it around with you during hours so if anyone need you you can talk to them.

Shane: Thank you. I sure will.

Office lady: Welcome to JG incorporative, we are glad to have another office filled with someone as hard working as yourself, and stay out of trouble.

With that she handed me the small phone that was basically the miniature version of one of those brick phones, except it was black. I immediately answered it as I pushed the elevator button to the sixth floor, where my office was located. It took a while to connect us, since these phones were as old as the Stone Age, but I set all the paperwork down on my desk.

With that, an animated voice started speaking.

Please report to room 615 as soon as possible.

Mr.Graceffa's room. Or Joey.

It kept repeating those words over and over until I pressed 'End Call'.

I slowly walked down the red carpeted, brown walled hallway.

Room 619, then it skipped to room 617, until it came to the familiar room number. 615. Which was ironic, because it matched the time on my phone.

I took a deep breath, in and out, before slowly knocking on the door. A few seconds later, I saw Lacy open it.

Lacy: Hello Mr.Dawson, we've been expecting you. Mr. Graceffa will see you now.

With that she gestured me into the room, and took off my jacket to put it on a hook. She walked out the door, closing it behind her, leaving me with a very serious looking Joey, his fingers intertwined with each other, his hands laying on his desk. He sat upright in his big chair, and the small piece of medal that said 'Owner and Creator of JG Incorporated' shined proudly on the front of his desk. Weird. I didn't remember that from yesterday. But that was my fault.

Joey: Hello, Shane.