"Please fuck off."

Tap Tap Tap

A loud tapping sound echoes inside a dimly lit office. Two old men, both wearing suits, have extreme anxiety and tension in their expressions. One was tapping his forehead on his office table, and the other stood timidly in front of the other.

Tap tap tap

The man standing was getting more tense the louder he heard the tapping. He entirely messed up the task given to him. He couldn't even dare to offer excuses or apologies. He knew he'd be the one at fault, but he couldn't think of any solution but to run back to his boss.

"Sebastian. Why..." The man bumping his forehead on the table stopped moving and just leaned his head on the table. He looked at his tiled floor and thought the floor was much cleaner than his life. He then slowly stood up. He looked at Sebastian and asked him with teary eyes. "Why are you making everything a lot messier?" 

Sebastian doesn't have any excuse for that.