Goodbye.

Neville sighed and pat his pockets looking for a pen.

Genevieve seemed eager and in a hurry so she handed him hers, " here." She said her gaze hostile and her tone annoyed.

" Thanks." Neville didn't show any reaction and this pissed her off more for some reason.

He unclipped the pen and signed. He then handed the contract with the pen on top of it to Mr. Mosby

Genevieve took the contract from him quick and almost forcibly making the pen slip from his hand and falling on the desk before rolling off the desk.

He was about to pick it up before Mr. Mosby started speaking, "Mhm…" he cleared his throat.

" Now that that is done. Genevieve…" Mr. Mosby said looking at Genevieve who was preoccupied checking the contract.

She looked up and then from a document file she had, she took out an envelope and handed it to Neville.

" Your compensation." She said looking at Neville with cold eyes.

But Neville didn't care for her and took the check not even making eye contact with her and that made her feel dismissed and made her angrier.

*Cough*

" You final commission is to pick up The daughter of Mr. Blaire from the airport this evening and to see the Blaire family and speak to them when you drop off their daughter. They probably want to know of his last moments to get some closure." Mr. Mosby said.

" What about the client confidentiality agreement?" asked Neville.

" It doesn't matter cause they were the client's family and… They bought the company."

" What?!" he thought, " I understand." he said showing no surprise or change in his facials.

" You'll be provided with a car this evening. And further instructions you will be given by that family. Also they'll be paying double you for your time." Mr. Mosby said.

" Alright." Neville said thinking, " I can't refuse free money."

Mr. Mosby nodded and stood, stretching his hand. Since he was 5'9" and Neville was 6'2" his pupils and neck slightly tilted to look up when Neville stood and firmly shook his hand.

" We thank you for your service."

" It was my pleasure, Sir." Neville said and he turned around to walk out.

After he closed the door.

" You were being too obvious." Said Mr. Mosby.

" I never liked him, he was too quiet and rigid. He seems like an inflexible bastard. And now I can't hide my hatred. It's because of that man we are in this mess. The company was even bought by the Blaires. " Genevieve said.

" Yes because of that nature of his where you don't know what he's thinking, I never gave him certain jobs... Anyway it's not his fault someone Blaire decided to get killed. This is just a bad coincidence." Said Mr. Mosby.

" But this coincidence attracted attention of the justice system, some people who want to make political strides." Said Genevieve.

" I know. That's why we have to clean up."

" Is that how they managed to buy the company? They know about our activities?"

" Yes. And for some reason they ordered his termination and made the requests and the contracts as well as the checks."

" So they are controlling this situation? But why?"

" I don't know Genevieve. I don't know. But something tells me there's more to this." This man trusted his instincts.

" To what sir?"

" Everything, the death of Blaire's head, Neville's termination, even buying out the company. And the worst part is that I can't dump the company and it's shit to them and run, even my backers and allies couldn't do anything to them. Fucking Blaire's!" Mosby complained as his fists slammed the desk making the papers scatter.

" What if we do something to you know… Make them back off?" said Genevieve.

" Maybe… but on second thought nahh… I want to be done and retire alive." said Mosby calming down as he reclined in his seat.

As he walked from the boss's office people were giggling the man, others shaking their heads in pity.

Then a blonde haired douche appeared, looking smug. Blue-black tattoos could be seen from his neck poorly hidden by his collar. He was 5'9" making him slightly shorter than Neville. He had his chest revealed showing more of his tattoo, and a golden chain on his neck. The man was handsome and he knew it and used it as a weapon. His clients were the mistresses, daughters, aunts, mothers, wives… well you get the idea. He had a huge female customer pool. And for that reason, Neville, in his mind of-course, called him the Ntr-ranger because how suspiciously close he was with his clients. But outside he was as professional and polite as he should be.

" That NDA is really important, huh?" thought Neville.

Meanwhile.

" What's this? No ID? You lost you job huh? That's tragic." The Nt- Glen, as he was called, looked sad and the people around him bought his act and started whispering. Glen placed his hands on Neville's should as his head slumped low between his arms, he was smiling below trying hard not to burst in laughter.

His head rose up, looking sad. He then continued talking about how they were shocked by this. He also said that Neville couldn't even be responsible for what happened. He also expressed his condolences to Neville for losing his client.

" I wasn't close to him though." Thought Neville trying to get out of this situation, by now a small crowd had gathered because of the dramatic Casanova.

Then a golden ID card fell from Glen's pocket accidentally. He quickly reached for it but people had already seen it.

" Wow… Is that what I think it is?" The crowd started whispering and Neville sighed internally.

" B+ class ID!"

" Wow… he reached B+ class and he's been only here for 4 years? Is that some kind of record?"

" I don't know but it should be."

" Heh… Take that you stuck up bastard. See I'm better than you. Always have been…" Thought Glen as he stood up to look at Neville's face which looked the same. To get a reaction he decided to add fuel to the fire.

" Guys… I don't think it's appropriate to speak about my promotion now and not especially in front of Neville. I'm sorry for- " Glen started speaking.

" My head is starting to ache… I need to rest." Thought Neville.

" You don't have to apologize. This is your moment you deserve it and congratulations." Said Neville with a small smile that charmed the women but pissing off Glen, " this bastard." He thought.

Neville then walked away.