“Good of you to remember WHY you are here, you sicko. Seriously, Harlow, you fucking asshole, get some friends to tell this shit to.”
“Hmm, no, I’ll just tell you.”
Tony glared. “I refuse.”
“Refusal denied,” Harlow drawled with a shit-eating grin.
“I hate you so much.” The man sighed. “Right…your last case was reviewed. It pissed a lot of people off, but they got over it. It was deemed, based on the evidence found, that the killings were justified.” Tony shoved a pile of papers towards him that was at least two inches thick, an evil smile sliding onto his face as he did. “All that is left is for you to read the report and initial each page, confirming that what happened really happened one last time.”
“Each…page…” Harlow said slowly, his grin falling off his face.
Tony’s smile, on the other hand, widened. “Each page. But make sure to read them all as some need a full signature. Oh, and the area to initial and sign moves around so it might take you a while.”
“And Foxx doesn’t need to do it?”
“Yeah, turns out a vampire’s word isn’t as relevant as yours, you being human and all. Some nice old bias and discrimination going on. Sucks, doesn’t it?” the man said smugly, eyes gleaming with pure unadulterated joy.
Harlow narrowed his eyes at the other human. “You fucker… You were just dying in anticipation to drop this bullshit, weren’t you?”
“And you are just bored, running around harassing your partner, and by proxy me, with this cat bullshit.”
Harlow crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “Bored…possibly. Harass? Me? No, I’d never harass Foxx.”
“Bullshit.”
Harlow chuckled. “I suppose you are correct, I have been bored lately. Being benched and all, due to injuries and bureaucratic garbage. Things have been getting a bit domestic.” He gagged at the word. “Though, it has given me time to plot my next move. I plan to create a city of boxes, and see what happens when Foxx and his friend show up.”
“Stop treating your partner like a fucking cat!”
“No, I don’t think I will. Besides, who knows, this could be a breakthrough in science!”
It wouldn’t be. It was all complete nonsense, but it entertained him. Also, how was it his fault that Foxx was so catlike? And so fun to irritate.
“Just shut up and get to work.”
He eyed the pile with a grimace. This was going to suck. “Can I have some water before I start? I’m feeling particularly parched.”
“You’re always parched. Fucking get to it.”
Fucker… Even if he was correct. Hewasalways thirsty. Harlow rolled his eyes. Straightening up, he snatched a pen off Tony’s desk.
“Aww now, why the frown? Just think, once you finish, you are free to go back to work, and hopefully you will get killed so I don’t have to deal with you anymore.”
Harlow smirked. “Like I’d ever actually die and give you peace. Where would be the fun in that?”
Tony closed his eyes and groaned, rubbing at his temples. “I really have only myself to blame. I should have shot you instead of offering you a job twenty years ago.”
Harlow burst into laughter. “Foresight's a bitch, ain’t it?”
“That it is!” Tony growled viciously. “Oh, I forgot to say…” The man leaned down to grab something off the floor. Harlow’s eyes widened as he slammed down a pile of papers at least three times the size of the other on his desk. “Those are just the documents from the locals of the state you were in. These, however, are the ones for federal. Have fun!”
Motherfucker…
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“Stop laughing!” Foxx snapped.
Alastair’s face scrunched in an obvious attempt to stop. But he failed and started laughing harder, bending over and pressing his face against the top of Foxx’s kitchen island.
