Chapter 5 - Will I ever see Timmy again?

Author's note: I considered not doing this because I will kind of be repeating the same things over but I decided to do it anyway because character development? Also the guy didn't get enough screen time.

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POV: Leonardo

15 MINUTES BEFORE ARRIVING AT BORRIS'S OFFICE

"... yes that would be appreciated... yes thank you... we can organise a meeting for some time this week... have a good night, bye."

As soon as I hit the end call button, I leaned back against my Italian leather chair and stretched my arms over my head. A few of my bones cracked and I felt myself loosening up. I slumped my arms down on the armrests and slightly slid down my chair. It finally hit me that it's raining heavily once I heard the somewhat rhythmic battering against the windowpanes behind me. I spun around, intending to appreciate the sight and the noise. The view, in my opinion, was gorgeous, even though the fog was covering up the top half of the shorter buildings and the distant view was obscured. But the presence of the fog and the droplets that were running down the transparent wall was calming and just... enjoyable. I guess working overtime today wasn't all that bad. I got to enjoy the grim yet lively view. I knew the 50th floor would have the best view.

After two minutes of just silent (not really silent) bliss, I gave out a tired sigh and turned back to my desk. I got my laptop out and went through the necessary documents. With one last exhale of large amounts of air, I muttered to myself,

"Well then... the sooner I get this done, the sooner I can catch some zzz's at home."

The sound of typing had now joined the orchestra of noises, which made the serine sound from before... less serine. However, the serenity came back two minutes later when the typing stopped due the red flashing sourced by my phone. I took the phone in my hand and stopped the flashing. I unlock my phone and open my phone to find out who pressed the red button.

It seems Borris needs my presence... why is he still in the building? I don't remember giving him anything extra to do. Whatever, I have my own things to do so I'll go in ten minutes. I'm sure he can wait till that long.

The thing is, the red button under the desk was originally meant to be used for emergencies only. However, due to my lack of ability of responding to my own employees on time, all the office heads who press the red button call for my presence for signing important documents and non-urgent emergencies. Fault on my part, apologies.

I resumed in finishing up my documents and once nine minutes had passed, I saved everything, closed the laptop and went out of the office. I decided to leave the blazer behind because honestly, who else is left here that I need to impress? I strolled through the wide-open space, passing the empty, secretary desk and reaching the elevator. I called for the elevator and began whistling a random tune whilst waiting. Tomorrow is packed day as well isn't it? Tad bit annoying considering how I haven't had a good night's sleep for a week now. I'm starting to regret creating the 500 million users event for ChatMe. I haven't even properly hung out with Timmy. His tail is probably all droopy from the lack of attention. This just made my mood grimmer.

With that thought finished, I entered the now arrived elevator and press the 29th floor. As I was descending, I felt the elevator rattle and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. I outwardly mention as the metal box descended,

"Why on earth are you rattling? Aren't you meant to be the state-of-the-art elevator with smooth movement and stopping? Also why do I notice now that you shake and groan? Now I have to call the repairmen. You just put more workload on me. At this rate, I'll never my dog."

Right on que, the elevator dinged and opened up to the 29th floor. Walking out, I looked out to the wide space with the empty cubicles. It's colder than my office so I shivered a bit and the darkness created an eerie atmosphere that almost made me turn back. Creepy. I walked further in and turned right, heading towards the target's office where I noticed light shining through the window on to the carpet outside the private office.

I immediately went on guard because one, there was unnatural amounts of lights coming through a window that supposedly had it's shutters down, second, the said blinds looked thrashed and finally, if you moved closer to the room, you could see obscene amounts of glass on the floor (outside the office). Meaning something happened inside and something went through the window from the inside. I didn't bother to peer through the fucked-up blinds and immediately took large steps to the door and swung it open.

The first thing that caught my eye was Borris floating in the air, half his body covered in a black... substance and the said substance was crawling up his neck. The next thing I noticed was that he wasn't actually floating but rather being held up by his collar by an uninvited guest. Their left arm was also covered in the black... something but instead of causing them pain like it was to Borris, it was working with the stranger. I couldn't see the face of the stranger, just their side profile. Neither of them had noticed my presence, so I struck. I created a fireball in the palms of my hand and threw it at the head of the stranger. Unfortunately, they noticed the incoming danger as soon as it left my hand and jumped back away from the fire and Borris, barely missing them. With the rain gone, it's dead silent and there was no movement from anyone. The other two parties stared at me while I analysed the state of the room and the state of Borris. In simple terms, it was trashed. Once done, I looked at the anonymous figure with anger, the heat of my Oddity came over me and mingled with the rage. That being said, confusion also befell as I was lost to why and what the hell was actually going on. I clearly instilled a bit of fear into the man as I saw him swallow. With a dark growl, I asked him

"Just what the fuck is going on here?"

No answer came, instead we both began studying each other.

He's a boy (or man?) with a lean but fit figure. The graphic shirt fitted quite well around his torso and he was wearing trousers with the words "One Piece" printed vertically down the left leg. Did he come directly from his bedroom?  What really caught my eyes were his eyes. His left eye was red whilst the other was chestnut brown, which gave him spine-chilling aura. But the aura was quickly dulled down by his neon pink hair. That caught me off guard and I nearly let out a small humoured snort but quickly composed myself. His face... was quite generic and (other than his eyes) doesn't really have any special features. It was almost TOO generic like he was trying to blend in with a large crowd. This guy seems smart enough to wear a mask coming here so I'm going to assume it isn't his real face.

By the time I was done studying him, it had come to my attention that he in fact was not done studying me. Actually no. It wasn't studying anymore. The man was openly checking me out while gawping at me simultaneously. Considering the circumstances, most people would be gaping in fear or shock or anger or anything along those lines. This guy is straight up checking me out... didn't expect that in the slightest. My scowl softened and I quirked up my right eyebrows a bit in amusement and intrigue. He seemed to have noticed because I see redness rising from his neck and disappearing under his chin. That confirms the mask theory.

His trance was broken once Borris decided to remind us of his presence and began talking...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: AND THIS IS WHERE I STOP WRITING BECAUSE I WOULD ESSENTIALLY BE REPEATING THE SAME THING. EVERYTHING I SAID FROM NERO'S POINT OF VIEW IS ESSTENTIALLY WHAT LEO WAS THINKING AND FEELING. INSTEAD WE'RE GOING TO DO A TIMESKIP INTO THE NEXT MORNING. I'm also really lazy.

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The Next Day

POV: Leonardo

I stared at the OLED screen located in the living room of my apartment. I was frozen and my thoughts about the rest of the day were halted. It was 7:05 am and almost every channel was covering Borris Tori's dark and dodgy activities. From money laundering to as far selling off little girls to interested clients. It was disgusting, revolting and shocking because I truly trusted him. Even thought well of him. And this isn't even all of it. I still have the USB that has all the stuff that cannot be aired on national television. Speaking of which it seems he wasn't lying about the news thing. Question is... how?

My thoughts began filling with him and questions bombarded my head. Is he a powerful man? Another CEO perhaps? He mentioned a friend... did they help with this? How did they uncover Borris's deeds? I mean I'd consider myself to be perceptive but even I didn't pick up on it. Heard rumours of course but they were all baseless.

My contemplation was broken when my business phone begins shrilling the unique tone dedicated to my secretary. I went to the kitchen bench-top and picked it up. Without even saying a word, my secretary went off.

"Leo... what the fuck is going on? There are NEWS vans surrounding the building and half the population of the CBD is crowding the building, demanding for answers. What is going on with Tori from the Finance Management department?"

I began to answer, "Ah well-" but is once again interrupted. Well, she's on a roll.

"FURTHERMORE, there was a strange and dodgy letter left on my desk that I was really afraid to open but opened anyway. It seemed to be addressed to you and I was going to ignore it but the message seemed related to what was going on but it sounds so cryptic. You want me to read it out now or when you get here?"

A letter... could it be him?

"Read it now."

She clears her voice and robotically repeats the words on the page.

"Hey! It's me again! You know... the one who caused the chaos that should be occurring by the time you're reading this. I just wanted to apologise for exposing Borris now, especially during the planning your 500 mill users event. I just gave you more work and mess to clean up but in my defence, the sooner he got called out, the better yeah? Anyway I didn't mean to cause any stock drops or whatnot. The one of the main reasons for this piece of paper is to tell you that the USB isn't just mere words. You have has all the hard evidence on there to build your case against him and his corrupted lawyers. The final reason for this letter is to wish you luck in dealing with all this. I hope we never see each other again. Smiley face, heart emoji."

As soon as Ms. Secretary finished and she begs the big question with a panicked voice.

"Leo... how does he know about the event we're planning. It hasn't been announced yet."

I gave no reply because I don't fucking know and it was silent for about 7 seconds before I burst laughing. The other party was probably startled and helplessly lost (maybe because she'd never actually heard me laugh this hard before) but I couldn't help it. Everything that'd happened was so damn absurd. I was flabbergasted because he bloody apologised. I laughed until I'm wheezing and signs of tears were showing. Once I calmed down, I gave my secretary a one-line response, "I'll at the office in 30 minutes," and ended the call, not bothering to wait for a reply. However, I continued looking down at my lock screen with a small smile.

I, on the other hand, hope we do meet again.