As I walk off the elevator I get hit in the face by a random flying notepad. It slowly slides off my face and lands with a soft this against the ground. The whole office seem to be at a standstill as everyone waits for my reaction. The air is tense and people don't even dare to breathe. I bend down and pick up the red notepad. My face is a blank slate as I close my eyes and let out a slow breath as I hold it above my head.

"Who threw this?"

Almost immediately everyone points at the group of boys standing outside the meeting room. And all of them are point at the same person. The boy sheepishly points at himself and and looks at me nervously. He looks to be about fifteen and is the youngest of the boys.

I walk to him and everyone parts like the Red Sea. He cowers slightly and looks at his feet. I gently grab his hand and place the notepad into it. He looks up at me confused and I offer him a small smile before I turn and glare at the other boys.

"It's quite sad that you boys saw the need to pick on him."

"He's the one who threw the damn thing!" One of the older boys snap.

"I know very well that he was trying to get it back from you. You boys know that this is a place of business not a playground. Now behave like the grown men you think you are and go sit down in the conference room. I'll be in shortly." I point at the door and they just stare at me. "Now!"

The boys run in and sit down in their assigned seats. Yes, they have assigned seats due to the fact that they were fighting over them on the first day. Some of these boys are in their early twenties yet act like middle schoolers. It's both sad and annoying. I almost feel as though I should pity them. At least the youngest one seems decent enough. However it is never a good idea to jump to conclusions.I pinch the bridge if my nose and Bobby lays a hand in my shoulder.
"Are you sure you want to do this today? I know you haven't been get much sleep lately."

"Was it Alfred or Nina who told you?"

"The bags under your eyes gave it away kiddo. It's been two years since you got a decent night's sleep. When are you going to do something about it?"

"When I drop dead?" I shrug. "I'm-."
"-Fine? Don't tell me that you're fine when a gust of wind can knock you on you ass."

"It's gonna take more than just a gust of wind. Try a hurricane and then some."

"Really?" Bobby leans close to my face and jabs a finger into my chest, knocking me a step back. "Didn't take a hurricane to do that."

"But that wasn't a gust of wind either." I smile at him and straighten my posture. "I'll take a nap in office after the meeting, okay?"

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart." I make an X over my heart and hold up my other hand to prove that I wasn't crossing my fingers. And with that I walk into the conference room and close the door behind me. 'Lord help me get through this hell.'