DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN

When Davies had walked through the lobby on the ground floor of the Imperium building, he had noticed different weird looks from the staff as he had walked by.

At first, he had attributed it to his presence after supposedly being stuck in a dungeon with no clear chance of survival, but soon after he noticed that the looks that he was seeing on their faces weren't looks of shock or admiration, but rather looks that told a story… a story that he was curious about, but he didn't mention anything about it until he arrived at his office on the 138th floor with Jessica in tow.

Upon reaching the office, he first sat himself down at the desk and made himself very comfortable on the extremely comfortable chair,

'Are these things really made for work… I could sleep in things,'

'... so comfortable,' he thought as he nuzzled and rested further into the chair.

"Talk," he said as he looked intently at Jessica.

"... I-I don't know what you're talking about," Jessica hesitantly stammered as she waved her hands to indicate that nothing was wrong, but she was overdoing it with her attempts, and it was clear as day that she was lying.

Davies wasn't blind, he could see the obvious telltale signs that she was lying, and he wondered why she was lying or what she was lying about.

'Come to think of it, she was strangely silent on the way here,' he mused. He may not have known her for very long, after all, he had only known her for just a week and he had spent six days in a gate, and on the only day they were together he was only interested in her bedroom skills, but even then, she wasn't this quiet.

Maybe a little shy or maybe a little overwhelmed by his identity when they had first met, but she was definitely an outspoken person… or maybe he was thinking too much, after all, you can't know everything about a person in a day… even if you've slept with them.

But it was very obvious that she was hiding something, and it was his job as a strict follower of Sherlock Holmes to solve any mystery that found its way into his attention, and the first method was asking directly as he just did, but that didn't seem to work.

Well, now he would just move to stage two of investigation methods, "stern questioning",

And so, he sat up and intertwined his fingers and placed them on the table and morphed his face into a smile that wasn't a smile and then asked her again with the scary smile on his face,

"Jessica… Talk,"

With Davies's "smile" and very polite way of questioning, Jessica had no choice but to give in. She sat on one of the chairs across David's desk and sighed deeply getting ready to tell her story.

Inwardly Davies was thinking she gave in too early, after all, there were more stages of investigation methods, like physical torture, mental torture, and many other methods,

'What I shame I wouldn't get to try them out…'

'... wait what am I thinking?' he quickly shook away that first weird line of thought.

Why would he even think of doing something like that to Jessica?

[...]

After shaking away those thoughts from his mind, he returned his focus to Jessica who was about to start telling him what had happened while he was stuck in the dungeon.

As he began to listen to the words that came out hesitantly from the luscious pink lips of Jessica, his expression changed slowly and by the time Jessica had stopped speaking, there were no traces of a slightly positive expression on his face.

Davies was not the type of person that got angry over little issues as his anger was reserved for threatening opponents, but right now his expression was as dark as thunderclouds.

*Push*

*TOOOOO*

Davies pressed a button on his desk that had a function of contacting one of the staff at the lobby so he could give them orders.

*Click*

Someone linked onto the call and a second later a clear voice rang out into Davies's office from the customized and well-hidden speakers.

"How may I help you, Mr. Lake?" Elsa's clear voice that rang out indicated that she was the one speaking on the other end of the call.

"Elsa, tell every Chief Executive official and the Managing officials to be in the meeting room on the 135th floor in five minutes,"

"... If anyone of them is even a second late, then he no longer works here," Davies's cold voice came through the office phone.

"Huh? Mr. Lake?" Elsa wanted to ask for a few details, but Davies was no longer holding on to the button, so the call was disconnected.

Elsa was a smart woman, and even though she had not spent much time with her new boss, she was able to tell that Davies's tone was colder than it usually was and even the message indicated that he was less than pleased right now so she quickly jumped off her seat and began running around to contact the people she had been told to contact all the while weaving a story from the information she had gotten due to the call and order from Davies.

Back at Davies's office, he was frowning heavily as he recalled what Jessica had told him.

'Seems I've been really gone for too long,'

'For there to be so many power-hungry idiots and hypocritical assholes in my company, and not just being here but being the ones in charge of things yet acting like this,'

'To actually dare try such a thing…'

"Kekekeke," Davies began to chuckle wryly but soon, it turned to a full-blown laughter that echoed across the 138th floor and startled Jessica who sat in the chair in silence after speaking to Davies.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Seems some people need a lesson on who is in charge," he muttered as he slowly stopped laughing with his right palm on his face and robbing his brows

Davies stood up from behind his desk and began walking toward the elevator,

"Follow me," he called to Jessica as he walked towards the elevator. Jessica joined him in the elevator not shortly after, they were in front of the door that led into the meeting room.

Without knocking, Davies pushed the doors and walked into the room like he owned the place…

Why would he knock? He owned the place after all.

Upon entering the room, Davies walked to the empty seat at the head of the table without looking around at the faces of the people in the room, but before he sat, he suddenly stopped and with a light chuckle he turned around at the faces of his employees that sat in their places.

"With all I have heard that has happened since I entered the mission gate…"

"Anyone cares to explain?" Davies asked with a clear tone, without his voice betraying the slightest bit of his emotions.

"Uhh… April Fools," a sleazy-looking man replied with a laughing tone not taking the situation seriously, as there were no telltale signs that anything was going on.

"..." everyone in the room stayed silent for a few seconds until Davies's voice broke the silence,

"You're fired,"

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Sorry there was no chapter yesterday guys,

I was suffering from a case of pre-resumption depression, so I didn't write anthing yesterday, but I'll try to make up for it with an extra chapter later today.

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Ciao.