⚠ ( hyperionsvicepresident ) ( have blake ! )
Sweep me off my feet || @hyperionsvicepresident
It’d started off with something simple — - an innocuous joke of a challenge that Jack couldn’t have ever prepared himself for his sullen, austere vice president to step up to. Somehow, the idea of employee vacation days had been brought up between them, if for anything but for Jack to get a good laugh out of the notion. As far as Jack was aware, Blake hadn’t had a day off since before he took charge, and the idea of him having a life outside of the company seemed ludicrous to the CEO, given his employee’s disposition.
Thus, a proposition Jack had made entirely in jest.
‘Tell ya’ what, Blake. If you can pick me up, I’ll let’cha have the week off.’
Never could he have imagined his vice president to be this starved for time off. Blake was a man on a mission, and with a fire quite unlike any other he’d ever seen in his elder’s eyes, he’d advanced — -
No. Jack couldn’t help the way a grin threatened to curve his lips. He couldn’t be serious.
Alas, it wasn’t long before Jack was encapsulated in bony arms, and as his feet left the ground, Jack could only wonder how the absolute HELL this twig of a man could’ve managed to lift ANYTHING, let alone HIM.
Being proven wrong was normally ample excuse to trigger his rage, but this? With Blake managing to genuinely shock Jack? He was left in hysterics.
❝― Okay, seriously — what — - HOW the hell are you doing this? Holy SHIT!❞
The sheer disbelief of it all had Jack almost considering following through with allowing Blake his well-deserved time off.
Almost.
