She, Who Got Away

"You can't be serious."

Sebastian felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, a child watching his parents argue for the one thousandth time today.

"Anakin, don't use that tone," Sebastian mumbled, tightening his grip on his tablet.

Sebastian took in the appearance of the disheveled attorney who had rushed here during his supposed day off. It was a good thing he was living in his condo this time and not his home in the countryside.

"You try showing up on your day off and getting a demand like this that is way out of your field!" Anakin snapped at Sebastian. He pushed up his thin glasses with his middle finger, flashing it directly at the weak-minded secretary.

"It's technically still a contract, so it's not really out of your field, if you ask me," Sebastian stated.

Anakin let out a scoff, glancing at Sebastian like he couldn't be bothered to speak, much less, look at him.

"You say that because if the Boss told you to jump off this building, you'd say 'would you like me to hit the concrete with my head or body?'" Anakin snapped at Sebastian, all whilst adjusting his glasses on his nose.

Sebastian knew this was a bad habit of Anakin whenever he was pissed. Usually, Anakin would throw his glasses down and argue his way into victory. There was not a single person in this entire world who could win against this infamous top attorney in an argument. No one, except their Boss.

"You're on my payroll, so you'll write whatever I tell you to write," Kaden calmly said.

Anakin's grip tightened on his glasses. He contemplated throwing them onto the ground. But he gritted his teeth, pushed up his glasses again and straightened up. This damn payroll.

"If you didn't pay me more than any of the Big Fours can ever pay me, I wouldn't be so kind to you," Anakin hissed, stomping to his suitcase and yanking out his laptop to angrily type on his keyboard.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

"Your repairs take up half of your payroll," Sebastian scoffed, watching as Anakin took his anger out on the poor keyboards, hitting the keys with aggression.

"And for god's sake, don't break your glasses this time. It's like your sixth one of the month," Sebastian snorted.

Anakin shot a glare towards Sebastian, wishing the man would just drop dead right then and there. But he kept his calm and composure and went back to his typing. In less than a few minutes, he had drafted everything up. A second later, the printer came to life, whirling and spitting out paper.

"There." Anakin threw his laptop aside, adjusted his tie and smoothed out his suit. He maintained a blank expression and gestured to the contract waiting at the printer.

"Just as you've requested," Anakin said.

Sebastian approached the printer and took a glance at the contract that had canceled an entire board of directors meeting. Sending home twenty directors for the sake of twenty pieces of paper.

What a man.

"Not a single request less, not a single request more," Anakin stated, just as the Boss had ordered him to write.

Sebastian brought the contract to his Boss with two hands. Kaden took it with one hand and gave the secretary a nod of acknowledgment.

"Now, can I finally have one day off where I'm not rushed to this damn building?" Anakin asked, impatiently tapping his foot.

"Any more tapping and you'd leave a dent on the floor," Sebastian snapped. "Stop stressing me out."

Anakin tapped harder.

"Well?" Anakin asked his Boss who hadn't responded yet.

Sebastian wished he had the guts to speak to the Boss like Anakin did. But no one had Anakin's balls of steel except the man himself. Sebastian sometimes wondered if Anakin ate children for breakfast to be this fearless.

"Maybe." Kaden flipped through the documents.

"Maybe?" Anakin sharply replied, his brows showing up.

"Did I stutter?" Kaden didn't even look up from the contract. He was making sure each and every term was written down.

If Anakin wasn't so competent, Kaden wouldn't have hired him in the first place. Yet again, Anakin proved why he graduated at the top of his law firm with the Big Four offering him undeniable offers.

Anakin was one of the most highly scouted attorneys of his time, still is, and he decided to work with DeHaven Conglomerate of all places. His peers thought he'd be at the frontlines, changing the law.

In reality, Anakin just wanted a fat paycheck and a comfortable housing arrangement. It was all for his parents, who had worked themselves to the bone to afford his law school.

"Does it meet your expectations?" Anakin asked, crossing his arms across his broad and flat chest.

"It's alright." Kaden set the contract down, then stood up.

It was time to chase she, who got away.