Beyond Darkness

"You!?"

Nat had walked out on the sound of something. Michael was left alone but then Sanders had walked in the moment Nat had left, Michael groaned out loud at the sight of him. "Missed me?" Michael groaned again and then banged his head on the table. Michael did not know what to do so he just stayed there with his head down on the table, he kept his eyes closed and tried to focus and line his thoughts because he seemingly did not want to punch Sanders here and make trouble for Nat. "That is heartbreaking really..." Sanders said, his voice mocking laced with fake hurt. Michael scoffed loudly enough for him to hear. The chair across the table scraped, Michael assumed that he sat down. Michael sighed and then after counting to five he straightened up and faced the jerk. "Sanders." Michael said as if he had just acknowledged his presence. Sanders smirked. "Is that your file?" He mused and reached for the file. Taking it away he opened it and started reading things out loud. He was trying to do everything he could in his power to send Michael over the edge but Michael was well aware of these tactics as he was the one who taught Michael about them.

Michael was still in the office and he was now getting enraged second by second. He could hear the man still going on and on about his file. He didn't want to give a death glare to him or else he would disintegrate on the spot. Michael sighed and stood up. He had enough. He wasn't here to waste time and he had important duty at the hospital. Even though he worked for one of the most compelling agencies in the world he couldn't just sit around and take s***h from a rival mogul. He needed to go out of there now.

"Sit down." A soft voice spoke. The man had the audacity to look guilty and then ask him to stay a little more. He said he didn't want to hurt his feelings. He also said that he would understand why he was behaving the way he was. That his friend 'Nat', Michael's authority will explain everything as soon as someone comes. They were apparently waiting for someone to come in and then they would brief him over what this was all about. Michael reached over and slid his file to himself. He shut it close and kept a paper weight on the file and gave a stare to the man who was smirking in front of him. "Sanders, Why?" Michael sighed and asked. "Why are you trying to do this? Is it because I left?" Sanders looked like he was taken aback by the question. He didn't know what to say but then he shook his head. "You had to do what you had to Kiddo." Kiddo? It was years after he had heard the word from Sanders's mouth. Michael was now more confused than ever.