sandwiches

On a Monday evening around 7:30 pm, Zamir walked into the posh restaurant his secretary has arranged for the congratulatory dinner with the B&M team for winning the contract.

He doesn't usually dine with his staffs no matter the occasion but he would usually show up to praise them and present them with an expensive bottle of wine.

Now the team members stood up to welcome him into the private dining room and clapped their hands cheerfully. He smiled at them and gave a short speech which he ended when the waiter brought in the wine.

He personally filled everyone's glasses including his before raising it in a toast.he clinked glasses with a few people then wished them a lovely night.

"Mr Jackson" a voice called behind him in the hallway. he turned around to see that it was the team leader, the blonde haired man.

"yes?" he turned around and waited as the blonde walked closer.

"what is your name again?" Zamir asked raising a brow as the blonde came to stand directly in front of him. the gap between them was so thin that if either of them took a foot forward, their bodies would touch.

"Ian Moore" the man quietly answered, not that he needed to shout it with the tiny distance between them.

Zamir looked at this Ian, assessing him from head to toe. He was obviously older than he was and he sure was cocky as hell "move back, you're too close" he said under his breath not comfortable with the proximity of their bodies

He heard Ian chuckled and took a step... closer, closing the little space between them. Zamir sighed and stepped backward but ian moved closer again. Suddenly Zamir was turned by a strong hand and his back hit the wall.

Ian moved closer and pinned Zamir to the wall with his own body "why are you running away, I was only going to ask that you have dinner with us tonight Mr Jackson"

"i'm warning you" Zamir said steely, his body going stiff when Ian began rubbing against a certain part of his body.

"I'll move if you agree to join us"

It was the audacity for Zamir. The nerve this idiot has to think he could get him to do something or that he was a wimp who could directed wherever they liked, maybe he was to Noah but it was only to Noah and nobody else.

His blood began to boil hot inside him that even after ramming his knee straight in-between the bastard's legs, he was yet to be satisfied.

Zamir laughed darkly and took advantage of the situation. He grabbed the hair of the taller man who was bent and holding unto his dear babies in pain and started landing heavy punches on his face before sending him to the floor with a kick.

Zamir brought out his handkerchief to clean his bloody hand before throwing it on Ian. He watched as the pathetic loser continued whimper on the ground and chose that moment to smoothen out the creases in his suit.

It was a miracle that no one had passed by the lobby up till now to witness the incident, not even the other employees came out although he was sure everything must have been captured by the security camera.

not that he cared anyways.

"I expect your resignation letter first thing tomorrow morning" he said turning to leave "and you're no fun" he added shouting over his shoulder.

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That incident was the exact trigger Zamir needed to pivot his mood in the required direction that he wanted. He continued tapping his foot impatiently on the ground as he waited in the grocery store driveway.

He clicked his tongue as he checked his wristwatch again. He was feeling so bloodthirsty tonight and he was ready bathe in a certain annoying someone's blood tonight.

"Zamir?" the voice he had been waiting to hear called. He had been lost in his own thought that he didn't realize Noah had been watching him for a while

Zamir looked at his watch again and frowned "it's not eleven yet"

"no it's not" Noah answered calmly pretending to be oblivious to Noah's mood

"then why are you leaving?

Noah didn't answer for the longest time. He just stood where he was and continued to study Zamir as if he was seeing him for the first time, then he said "i'm not feeling very good, so my boss sent me home"

"he had someone else fill in for me for the next two nights so..."

"I guess I'll see you around" Noah said adjusting his backpack and began to leave

"get into the car" Zamir said going to grab him and pushed him towards the passenger seat.

Noah didn't argue and just allowed himself to be manhandled. He didn't say anything either as Zamir got in the driver's seat and drove away from the store.

He still didn't utter a single word even as Zamir pushed him out of the elevator and towards his apartment door. He remained mute as he was led straight into the bedroom where he was stripped to his underwear and clothed in Zamir's pajamas.

He remained silent and let himself be tucked in the soft and warm bed and only nodded his head when Zamir told him to stay right in bed while he go prepare something to eat.

He knew Zamir was in very bad mood. he'd noticed how pissed he looked, standing by his car and waiting for him to come out. The last time he'd seen him that pissed was during their first encounter and so tonight he couldn't afford to irk him by disagreeing to come home with him especially with the way his head was pounding away.

About twenty minutes later, the door opened and Zamir came in with a tray of food. He placed it on the bedside table before helping Noah sit up with his back cushioned with pillows.

"you've been making sandwiches for the past twenty minutes?" Noah asked eyeing the sandwich that was raised towards his mouth suspiciously. He sure does not wish to be poisoned, because for someone like Zamir who could poison people by merely boiling them water for tea...

"have you ever made a sandwich before?" he asked again, taking his eyes off the food in Zamir's hand and looked at his face that was still set in an angry scowl.

"just... try it" Zamir hissed at him in irritation and stuffed Noah's mouth with the sandwich.

"hmmn" Noah hummed as he chewed slowly, relief flooding him "it's not bad" he said and opened his mouth for more.