Capítulo 6: 6. They Kissed
"They didn't seem thrilled about that," Eric said quietly, entering the car and letting the driver close the door behind him.
Draven shrugged, typing away on his phone, "It doesn't matter what they think."
Eric bit his bottom lip before saying, "They might be jealous and it doesn't help me be civil with them—"
"You came to make friends?" That was the only time Draven looked up from his phone, and Eric instantly turned his head sharply, avoiding his eyes. When he did not answer, Draven returned to his cellphone, "Thought so."
They drove for about half an hour, Draven staying on the phone the entire ride before they reached the building and then descended from the vehicle. As Eric followed Draven inside, a few pedestrians realizing whom he was and beginning to rush towards him, Draven rapidly entered the building and pulled Eric inside, the doors closing behind them.
When Draven marched forward, Eric was a bit nervous. He soon noticed the manner Eric twirled his thumbs around as he stared as the floors began courting up in the elevator, and Draven raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"
"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do in there."
He frowned, "Nothing, I just wanted company."
He then continued to walk towards the double doors at the end of the corridor, reaching the conference room in which they both sat down, waiting for his publication agent. They watched as a large man, bulky around the shoulders with thick lenses above his dark amber eyes, and he pulled open the door to the conference room. To his feet in less than a second, Draven extended his palm, "Great to see you Alfred."
"No problem," he smiled warmly, then his eyes turned to Eric, "and this is?"
"My new editor; I came to show you the cover for this week's Midnight Ravens publication," he rapidly dismissed Eric, and Alfred examined him for a moment before focusing on Draven, who pushed forward the cover.
Alfred turned it around, eyeing all the details, from the drawing to the colouring, from the theme to the design; and soon enough, his lips turned downwards, "I don't like it."
Eric's gaze widened.
Draven seemed shocked as well, since he frowned and grabbed it back, "You don't like it?"
Alfred shook his head; Midnight Ravens was about a werewolf who was unappreciated by mankind. He became violent, and soon killed all the residents of a certain village. However, a woman approached him moments after he had killed her husband, and said that the werewolf was adorable, and embraced him warmly even with the violence he possessed. He no longer had the desire to kill, and howled, to which she did not understand, but he was expressing his love for her, and the sadness he had felt for years. When the woman was captured since people thought she had been the one to kill the entire villagers, the werewolf went to help her, murdered all her captors, only to be shot and died in her arms.
The werewolf, as he died, turned into a human. He had been human all along, but cursed under a spell, and was forced into a werewolf. The love had unbidden the spell, and he died with a smile on his face.
The chapter for this cover was the part where the werewolf met the woman, and Draven had purposely added many colours to embrace the love the chapter was to have.
That was the aspect that caused Alfred to dislike it.
"All your other covers were sombre, dark — suddenly it's all colourful with even some pink."
"That's the purpose of this chapter," Draven disagreed, "love isn't dark."
"Your story is dark by itself."
"What exactly is your point?"
"People like it because it is sombre," he pointed to the cover, "that will drives the readers away from buying the magazine to read that chapter."
Draven furrowed his brows, "You don't know that."
"Yes, I do. And besides, I'm your publication agent, aren't I? You can't do anything without me, we're in contract. So if I say no, it's no."
"That's not fair, Alfred. This," he slammed his finger on the cover, "is good work."
"It's garbage."
He chuckled incredulously, "It's not garbage!"
"Do another cover, the deadline is soon. Hurry before it's too late and you get fined."
"Then take my submission!"
"No," Alfred stood too his feet, his nostrils flaring, "I'm done arguing with you. Return to me with a different cover or else embrace the fine."
Draven was furious for the rest of the day.
He stormed back into the office, ripping the cover into pieces as he slammed his door shut. He threw his suit onto the ground, shouting at the wall at how much of an imbecile Alfred was, that all the staff members on the outside that could hear him, shivered in their seats.
It happened sometimes, that his work was refused, however he was sure this new idea would be accepted; Alfred was a lenient man. Oddly enough, this time he refused without any consideration, and Draven kicked the side of his desk; it was unfair.
This cover needed to be done in three days, and he opened the door from his office. "Eric," he growled angrily, which the entire floor heard, and when Eric turned his head, shuddering, Draven said, "you're staying overnight with me."
Again, the entire floor's faces fell, and even Jason approached Eric, "What is going on? Do you have some type of connection with him?" His tone was in a low ushered whisper so that Draven would not hear.
Eric shook his head, raising his eyes from the booklet of Cold Shoulder, "No, I'm not sure myself."
Rebecca approached them, "There must be a connection."
"Trust me," Eric breathed, "I have no idea why this is going on." He was being genuine, and Jason squinted his eyes suspiciously.
"He has never asked anybody to do that before," he said, "neither has he ever asked someone to go to a meeting with him."
"He said he needed company," Eric shrugged.
"I think you're lying to us about something," Rebecca accuses.
Eric shook his head frantically, "I'm not lying."
"Lying about what?"
They heard Draven's voice behind them, and Eric felt a burn to the core of every of his muscle as Draven eyed them. He was still filled with raged, flames behind his gaze as he narrowed his eyes towards Jason and Rebecca whom gulped, feeling a shiver follow their spine.
"Lying about what?!" He repeated, his teeth gritted and Rebecca flinched.
"N-Nothing—"
"Don't lie to me, I said what do you think he's lying about—"
"About liking girls," Eric blurred out, being the first thing he thought about to save them from getting in trouble. Draven certainly would not have liked hearing what they had been speaking about.
Jason's eyes widened, but he played along, scratching the back of his head, "Some stuff happened at the bar, so I wanted to ask him about it."
"What happened at the bar?" Draven's focused had switched, and they all filled, searching for an answer while staring at one another in panic.
Rebecca chimed, "They kissed."
"Who kissed?" Draven seemed a bit more angry than earlier.
"Jason and Eric."
He seemed shocked, as he took a step backwards and glanced towards Eric who avoided his icy blue stare. However, Rebecca thought her entire body had gotten a burn from how cold his glare was.
Draven sharply turned around, and stormed away from them.
Both of them exhaled in relief, "I thought I was going to get fired," Jason breathed.
Rebecca agreed, nodding her head.
"Good thinking," he turned to Eric, who nodded his head. However, Eric was somewhat worried, since that did not seem to make Draven any better, rather worse than when he had been told his submission was refused.
He gulped; it was going to be a long night at the office.
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