A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Third Person POV

Copter was taken by surprise at feeling Kimmon's arms around him.

With a mumbled "Excuse me" Copter broke away from Kimmon.

Kimmon cleared his throat awkwardly before saying "Of course" and letting go of Copter.

Copter handed the binder which he had caught earlier when it slipped from Kimmon's grasp, to Kimmon. Kimmon accepted it from Copter with a slight smile. 

Kimmon started showing Copter all the pizza recipes that he had printed out from a personal file in his computer and had filed them into the binder.

Copter was surprised to see all the unusual and clever ideas that Kimmon had for his pizza place. Copter started to have a new found respect for the ingenuity that Kimmon possessed as evidenced by the recipes that he had in mind for the menus that he was planning to offer to the public.

Kimmon and Copter got so engrossed in their discussion in Kimmon's private office that they had forgotten the time. They were startled by a loud knock on the office door.

Kimmon quickly stood up and went to see who was at the door.

"Is Copter still here with you?" It was Mean who had come looking for his personal assistant.

"Oh yes, he's still here," Kimmon said, trying not to sound guilty. "I was showing him my personal binder to give him an idea of how I'm planning to run my shop."

"Well, you took an awful long time," Mean remarked, not bothering to hide his displeasure. "If you have finished your discussion with Copter, I would like to leave now. He rode with me coming here so he needs me to give him a ride back."

"Oh, if it's just a ride you're worried about, I'll take care of giving Copter a ride back to his place," Kimmon offered.

Mean's face took on a look of annoyance. Copter quickly stepped forward.

"Our discussion is finished," Copter assured Mean, "I'm actually ready to go home."

It was Kimmon's turn to look unhappy.

"Well, congratulations again on a successful inauguration of your pizza place. I wish you great success in this new venture of yours," Mean said, extending his hand to Kimmon.

"Thanks," Kimmon replied, taking Mean's outstretched hand.

"I'll be seeing you this coming Friday then, Copter," Kimmon said, holding out his hand to Copter.

Copter took Kimmon's hand, saying, "I look forward to Friday, sir."

Kimmon glared at Copter.

"I mean... Kim... Kimmon," Copter corrected himself.

Without another word, Mean spun around and started walking quickly towards the exit and into the parking lot of the pizza shop. Copter had to half walk half run to keep up with Mean.

The ride to Copter's apartment was silent and tense. Mean refused to start a conversation and Copter was hesitant to start one.

Suddenly Copter noticed that Mean had driven past the street where Copter's apartment building was located.

"Sir... " Copter lightly placed his hand on Mean's arm.

"Oh, so it's 'sir' to me and 'Kimmon' to Kimmon huh?" Mean interrupted Copter, accelerating his speed.

"You missed the street to my apartment building," Copter said, his heart beating fast. He did not have the slightest idea what Mean was up to.

"I did not miss it," Mean said, his eyes looking straight ahead, his facial expression unreadable, "I purposely drove past it."

"And why did you, if I may ask?" Copter was getting more and more nervous as Mean drove his car farther and farther away from Copter's apartment building.

"I want to show you the condo unit that I recently bought," Mean said, "I just moved in last weekend. It's located closer to my office and therefore cuts the commute time."

Copter hung his head.

"I woke up really early this morning and since it's a Sunday I had been looking forward to taking an afternoon nap to catch up on sleep," Copter said unhappily.

"That shouldn't be a problem," Mean replied, "After I show you around my unit, you can take your nap in my guest room. Then when you wake up I can take you home."

"There's really no need for that," Copter protested, "You can always turn around now and take me to my apartment building."

"We're almost at my place, Copter," Mean tried to put on a persuasive tone, "please, let me show you my new place. You're the only one I'm showing it to. I haven't brought anyone else to see my place. It's only you that I'm interested in showing it to."

Copter did not reply. He looked straight ahead, his mind going back to Kimmon and wondering whether Kimmon had the same traits as Mean. He did not want to have to deal with two bosses who had the same kind of personality.

Soon they turned into a private road lined by tall trees with heavy foliage and soon Mean stopped his car in front of a large wrought iron gate with an elaborate design. With a light pressure on his remote control, the gate moved quietly and smoothly to let his car through.

"Don't look so stressed, I'm not gonna eat you," Mean said reproachfully as he let Copter into his unit. "Make yourself comfortable on the sofa while I mix us some drinks."

"No, no, no," Copter protested, "please don't fix me any drink. I already feel a little woozy from the champagne at the inauguration earlier. Please just let me lie down on this sofa and when I wake from my nap, I will be more appreciative when you show me around this place."

"Very well," said Mean, "but you don't have to use the sofa to take your nap. Come let me bring you to my guest room."

"This sofa is comfortable enough for me," Copter said, already starting to lie down on it.

Copter did not have have time to fully lie down. He found himself being scooped up from the sofa and being carried bridal style into the most luxurious looking room he had seen in his entire life.