Oliver Burton

Another abysmally late evening and he was half swimming in paperwork the stack on his desk looked nearly comical as it began to spill out of the holder, leaning to the side. Paperwork, the very bane of his existence. Most of it would be gone tomorrow, he contemplated, wanting nothing more to simply go to his city home and leave this office behind for the night. It was always just one more damn email, one more document that needed to be combed through with a find tooth comb. He could hardly ignore the growling sound his stomach made as if in protest to this very notion. No, it wanted food now. How he had neglected that inner bear within, shoving it back into that brittle bone cage it so revolted against. He seemed more irate with his own predicament, trapped within a feeble meat and bone prison cell. Add hunger to the soupy mix and the beast was nothing but a grumpy ball of feral rage.

Surprise flashed across his once agitated features as the familiar face of the sable haired woman came into view, her hair looked different today. Oliver was a painfully observant creature, nothing more than astute to those tiny nuances. but he was surprised that she was still even here. What was she still doing working? He wondered, everyone had already packed out and left at the end of the work day which came and went. She was as quiet as a mouse, he hadn't even heard her still Kathryn about the office finishing up her daily tasks.

Working late? she inquired. "Always, Miss Murphy. Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be at home?" His voice mirrored that tiredness he felt, his limbs felt like lead his head a hazy swarm, yet still that genuinely curious inquiry parted from his lips. Confusion and perhaps slight concern laced with his words. The last thing they needed was another workaholic. It made sense for him to be here, the tiresome heavy weight of the corporation was always on his strong shoulders. Its failures and successes were a direct line on to him alone and with the company growing as rapidly as it was, he needed to make sure everything was done right. There seemed to be a surplus of costumers as of late, with more unrealistic demands than the last. Like they expected towers to be built overnight! How they expected such unrealistic expectations was entirely baffling to him. How someone could be so oblivious to the care and detail that went behind each and every individual one of his structures.

But it was a little after 7:00 and one of his interns was still about? She was an intern after all and yes, she was required to work hard when she was on the clock but she wasn't required to stay after hours. The rich baritones of his voice rumbled out, the authority laced with it always present. "I do not always get the luxury of a break." He leaned forward informing her, tossing his pen onto the desk of scattered papers before placing an elbow upon his desk, a sigh escaping him then. "But you, shouldn't have to waste your youth in some conservative tower." He nearly chastises her and yet notices her tenacity and the drive she possessed for this job. " You should be out there living." He sits up just so he could gesture to ceiling to floor window behind him, affording a dazzling view of the intricate cityscape below.

The bold woman seemed to smile at him before ordering him to get pizza. Pizza of all things! And an order, from an intern! The brazen aptitude on her, he could hardly believe his own ears. A surly frown etched within his brow near firmly. No one dared to talked to him that forward way at work, he was quite ready to give her an earful about when that mention of pizza seems to halt him in his tracks.

"Pizza?" The English man could hardly help that incredulity that escaped him then. His nutmeg hued eyes narrowed, looking down at the imposing, taunting paperwork that needed his attention. Of course, everything could have waited tomorrow, but the business man simply had a problem in stopping his work. He always worked long hours and he suffered for it dearly even if he chose not to see it that way.

"Why would I want to eat melted cheesy goop on mediocre bread?" He asked, by a rare puzzled expression along with a hint of repulsion. Most of his youth had been on the run, living a nomadic life with his family, trying to survive each day, because each day alive meant they had each other. That charade didn't last long, but luxuries like pizza never happened growing up. Pizza was never once on the menu for a family of polar bears, they often hunted like the rest of the wildlife in the brutal elements. It would seem he stuck to a heavily protein-based diet even still. The craving for carbs and greasy foods like pizza just never occurred to him. "How does that even taste good?" He grumbled at her, despite that encouraging demeanor she offered him then. How the vivacious woman looked like a puppy, tilting her head at the opportunity to go on a walk.

"Can I be truthful with you?" He wasn't quite sure why he was sharing this information with her and yet those accented words escaped him all the same. "I've never had pizza before." He admitted apprehensively as his nutmeg hued eyes peer at her, reluctant to get out of his seat as if he feared the mere idea of such a food.