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Joshua walked into his company's building. He had a phone pressed to his ear and his briefcase in his other hand. "No... No I did not approve of that. I don't care what Clark said, he's not in control of your paycheck, and if you care about continuing to receive that paycheck, then you better do what ever you can to prevent this from going through." He growled into the phone as he walked past the receptionist to the elevator. He hung up the phone as he pressed the button to floor seven. He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair. Soon the elevator doors opened and he saw his assistant standing next to a boy he had never seen before. His eyes narrowed a little as he focused on his assistant. "Sheila who is this?" He asked, his tone cold as he completely ignored the new guy.

Joshua's attention was pulled from his assistant to the unfamiliar face. He was mildly impressed by the confident tone the male used, but his cold expression remained unbroken. He stared silently at Peter, and he faintly remembered interviewing him and approving of hiring him. "Peter Jakobs... Sheila make sure Mr. Jakobs doesn't piss me off even more than I already am." He said, his tone a fraction warmer than before. He then walked down the short hallway and into his office. He sat at his desk and turned on his computer. He pulled out some folders from his brief case and opened them. He then started to type an email about the new deal that needed to go through by the end of the day. As he typed, his cell phone rang. He answered and put the call on speaker. Soon yelling could be heard through the closed door.

Joshua heard Peter on the other side of the door, and stopped typing. "Clark hold on for a second." He said to man on the phone. He was about to tell Peter to come in when Clark questioned why he was holding. "You're holding because my new secretary is at the door, and I'm pretty sure what ever he has to say is a thousand times more important than what you are complaining about right now." He said loudly into the phone. He then turned in his chair to look at the door. "Come in Peter." He called from his chair locking eyes with the male through his glass door. "What did you need?" He asked seeming perfectly calm even though he had been screaming into the phone no more than five minutes ago. His gaze was still hard and cold as he stared at Peter, but he was acknowledging him now.

Joshua listened patiently to his new secretary and glanced at the clock. "Mr. Dubeck... at 1... s**t that's today?" He mumbled, ignoring the fact that Peter had explained to him who Mr. Dubeck was. "Thank you Peter. Will you tell Sheila to get me the file from my last meeting with him?" He asked, and then picked up his phone to finish his conversation with Clark. "Clark. Stop undermining me. If I hear that you tell someone to do the opposite of what I said or just don't ask me about something first, I will fire you." He said and hung up the phone. He then pulled open a file on his computer and looked over the amount of the most recent donations from Mr. Dubeck. He wrote down small notes about where the money had gone and why they still needed his continued support. He could already tell that he would be working late tonight, and he didn't like it when his people left before he did just because it was "time to go". He felt like he was pretty lenient if someone needed to leave early be some where important, and he never worked late on Fridays. Today though was Monday, and he had already planned a full day, but now he had to do this meeting. How could I have forgotten this? He questioned himself, and groaned loudly.

Joshua gave an almost amused smile when Peter said it would be just a status report. He watched him walk away deciding he could explain later. When Peter came back, he opened the file. He started to say thank you when Peter said that Sheila was leaving. He tensed and looked up at Peter. "Thank you for the file... Um... Sheila is leaving? No... No no no... She can't leave me. You don't understand enough of how things work." He groaned, and stood up. He tapped his fingers against his desk and then walked to the door. "Peter you stay here." He said and then left his office. He went to Sheila's desk and asked why he was leaving, and if she had mentioned this before today. He nodded and accepted her answers when she explained that she had to go to the doctor and that she had told him everyday for a week. He said good-bye and then went back into his office. "Okay Peter, I'm going to explain somethings that Sheila doesn't know." He said as he sat back down at his desk. "Mr. Dubeck is ten times stricter than I am, and this is the yearly status report. He likes me to explain where and what his money has been used on. He then likes to try and cut the amount he gives us while I try to get more money. Last year this went on for five hours, and all of it was recorded." He said and ran his fingers through his hair.

Joshua could see the slight movement of a sigh, and could hear the slightly louder breath. He had to force himself no to growl and lose his temper as the new guy asked if it meant working overtime. He gave an unimpressed look as the young man asked about a happy medium. "No, not really." He said and ran his hand through his hair and leaning back in his chair. "You can just stay here and man the phone. I won't make you work overtime on your first day." He said his tone cold and distant. "Just be warned, we work overtime in this company. The only day you can be positive that there will be no overtime is Friday, and today is not Friday. I don't like it either, but there are things that must be done." He said and then turned to his computer. He started to type out an email to get another secretary to record this meeting. He said nothing else to Peter, and he was visibly tense and stressed.

(Hey! Sorry this took me so long. Life got really busy.)