Muffled and angry shouts were coming from outside the door your deputy director. There was a conflict at work because of which the son of a tycoon, who works here as the deputy director is in big trouble. Someone stole a billion dollars from the company's shares and now Derek is in trouble because he was the one who was supposed to monitor all this and fix the problem. You were his secretary, because his father chose you for this role after some unsuccessful women, because Derek did not like any of them and he treated them rather scoldingly. You enter the office, closing the door behind you and seeing in front of you your deputy director and one of the subordinates whom he hired not so long ago. The blond man with chestnut temples stood in front of the short guy with an angry expression on his face and eyes narrowed to small dots, as if he could break loose at any second and hit the younger guy. He wore a light blue shirt over which he wore a grey tailored suit with faint grey stripes that ran vertically and horizontally at intervals on the expensive fabric. His hair was slicked back and his broad eyebrows were narrowed towards the bridge of his nose.

"Listen here nutjob, if you don't find this stupid bastard.. and my father finds out about this, I will personally blow your brains out after I will poke out the eyes of your little friends and feed them your own shit, do you understand me?"

The shorter guy hesitated slightly, as if he had just bought his tongue. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead at the question and he quickly nodded in fear and panic.

"Y-yes, sir..!"

The guy walked past you with a quick step, as if he was afraid that the man's gaze would pierce him through and through, and left the office, frantically grabbing the handle and closing the door behind him. The younger Gofford snorted slightly, clenching his fists at his sides. He suddenly glanced at you, giving you an irritated look.

"What the fuck do you want? Can't you see that I don't have time for you?" He yelled at you.