Dirty ✖ Deeds

        This was his third night in the office.

        Proton wasn’t sure exactly how he had gotten so behind on his paperwork to begin with–it wasn’t as though he took off often if ever, and he generally ate lunch on the clock.

        But, more than likely, he had been putting too much focus on training and the new hostages he needed to crack, and so here he was trying to remember the exact results of his efforts from nearly a week ago.

        Frankly, the Executive wasn’t paying attention to the time. He would clock out when he clocked out; getting this particular set done tonight was a more pressing issue–more so even than dinner.

       Still, despite not knowing the exact time, Proton knew it was too late for anyone to be walking into his office. That was, anyone who was here for work reasons. Without so much as glancing at the door, Proton sighed, already knowing what was coming.

     It was way too late for him to still be at work, a place like this was creepy when there was nobody left in it other than sleeping grunts.

     They were pretty cute when they were sleeping, when they couldn’t open their mouths and ask him a million questions that he’d been asked a million times before. Soft sounds of snoring carrying along the hallway mixed with the sound of his civilian shoes tapping against the floor.

     In the dim light of the low burning bulbs, the Executive’s light stuck out like a practical beacon. Catching out of the corner of his eye and reminding him that he needed company for dinner. Alright, not really, but he hadn’t seen him eat within a reasonable amount of time.

     Though, that was apparently going to be harder than expected. Words catching his ears before he’d even managed to open his mouth or lean against the doorframe. How did he always know?

  /^♈^\  It took all the patience he had not to make some kind of demeaning comment about Team Aqua in that moment. True, he loathed their existence despite his prior friendship with Archie, but that didn’t mean he should start belittling them like a teenager might at the mention of Giovanni potentially speaking with them as well.

     “Giovanni is a good man, he wouldn’t try such petty tactics as underminin’ his competition. If anythin’ it would be a full on attack, not sayin’ that theres goin’ to be any attack at all.” Near the end he corrected his sentence, following a few feet behind the other man with slow lazy steps. “This is simply our attempts at expandin’ operations over seas, y’know how it is, connections make the business. I’ll worry about my manhood when the time comes along, if you can’t tell I’m pretty good with talkin’ to people. The best in the business, among other talents.”

     From his lips poured a soft chuckle, maybe he’d let nostalgia get ahold of him for too long after seeing her face. He had a tendency to do that, and it was something he was willing to admit. They had been younger then though, not so many lines on his face and a bit less worn down by the years “I don’t think anyone would miss all the work, but damn grunt days were fun.”

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