Moving on (2)
"How can a community of werewolves have so many problems and why does the alpha have to fix petty arguments?" Victor threw the paper back onto Vincent's desk. "I can never complain about Vincent being grumpy ever again. Dealing with this daily would drive me insane. Why the hell are you here? Don't you have a wife and kids to be with?"
"They're having a girl's night which means I have to be elsewhere. What better place to be than here watching you have a mental breakdown?" Derek popped a grape in his mouth.
Victor glared at the annoying man laying in the chair. "You are aware my brother will kill you when he finds out you have your muddy shoes on his chair? After taking part in creating the new walls I would expect you to be somewhere sleeping instead of pestering me."
"Vincent won't kill me if he has no evidence my shoes were on the chair," said Derek.
"I will tell him!"