derek hale

                    a break was all the hale asked for. he was getting                     fed up with paperwork, rivalry, just about everything                     pretty damn quickly. even the people he saw on a                     daily basis began messing with his head. fortunately,                     he felt nothing but gratitude for the person who walked                     through his office door. what seems like the first time                     in a decade, probably, the person in front of him didn't                     annoy him.                          ❝ hey. not that i'm trying to chase you away or                              anything, but unfortunately i've got a shitload                              of work. is it something urgent? ❞

                    if he didn't know any better, he'd have assumed that                     life was just trying to screw him in the ass by sending                     him to meet the most bothersome of people. could                     derek even catch a break? probably just about ten feet                     from him stood klaus mikaelson: the worst, definitely                     his most hated enemy. god, he loathed the bastard.                     he had it in him to deal with many things in life, a                     reunion with this asshole wasn't one of them. quickly                     turning on his heel, he hoped to walk as far as possible                     from the mikaelson. his mood was at one today; it was                     not going to be reduced to zero.

                    derek did nothing wrong. -- a slight miscalculation. okay,                     he did a few things wrong, but nothing to deserve this                     certainly unpleasant surprise that appeared right before                     his very eyes. in a situation like this, he knew it was always                     best to stay calm and collected. finding a moments of peace,                     he soon gathered all his thoughts. summoning his best sarcastic                     smile, his mouth twisted upwards.                          ❝ you here because you wanna book a special event? ❞

                    don't judge a book by its cover, repeated everyone around him.                     you never know; each person may be different. he'd heard                     it all before. unfortunately, most of said words came from                     his own family. they were all about giving others a shot. it                     was all about giving them a chance to prove their innocence.                     if only he felt the same in return; though, to his defense, he                     wasn't really judging this one by her cover, rather her last                     name. she seemed innocent, almost like she wouldn't hurt                     a fly -- seemingly, all the argents managed to pull that one                     off; however, they all remained strong, built soldiers. it was                     only natural that his guard almost immediately went up upon                     accidental contact with the argent. he made a face of disgust,                     hoping it'd go unnoticed. in just a barely audible mumble -----                          ❝ my apologies. ❞

                         ❝ yeah, that was me. ❞                     given that he pretty much despised human                     interaction, it was rare that he actually called                     someone into his office; however, this time                     it'd been pretty urgent. maybe if he'd been                     more expectant, he could have avoided a                     punch to the face by some asshole on the                     street. he assumed they were one of them.                          ❝ salvatore, was it? stefan? as you can                             see, a thing or two may have happened                             to the natural beauty of my face. if you                             could please work some of your magic? ❞

                    lately, all he'd been occupied with was night club                     bullshit. who the hell knew being a manager of a                     damn night club would take up so much of his time?                     he'd attempted to throw all of the responsibilities to                     one of the other employees; however, he had it told                     that these matters had to be taken care of by the                     manager himself. which, sadly, is how he ended up                     in his club, trying to sort out the extra details.                     interrupting his thoughts, he looked over to the source                     of the voice that caused his concentration to come to                     a halt.                            ❝ huh? oh -- well, i guess if the money's good i'll                               see what i can do. tell them yes -- and get the                               extra money. ❞

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