This... is odd. I ignored the ending statement of the other one, so meh. Thanks to Blue Persuasion for giving me the final push to get this started. Thanks to her, there's another two coming for this one. Unfortunately, my Advanced Comp teacher has assigned another short story (this makes three!), so time's limited. Basic script is done, though.

"So let me get this straight... You got fired."

The dark-haired man who sat on the other side of the desk nodded calmly as confirmation.

"Don't you employ yourself?" The conservative man narrowed his eyes. He sat with his head on his hands and wore a serious expression.

The younger of the two men nodded again.

"So," the first man shifted, putting more weight on his right elbow than on his left, "how the heck did you get fired?"

There was a glint in the left of a pair of green eyes. "I don't think you want to know."

The first man raised his left hand to cover his mouth as he coughed. "Right then."

The dark figure opposite raised his eyes to his surroundings. "This place does look nice, though."

"One thing."

The eyes returned to the long-haired man behind the desk.

"If I hire you," he began, "don't take over the business behind my back and turn it into some huge corporation of doom, okay?"

The younger man would have grinned if he had been capable of it (he didn't seem to like the action), and told the first man that there was nothing to worry about.

"Right then. Here we go." The traditionalist cleared his throat. "First question: are you attracted to my sister?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"A good one."

The green-eyed man sighed. "Is that why you've set up all those pitfalls outside?"

"How do you know about those?" The man behind the desk demanded.

"Sources."

Eyes narrowed yet again, anger faded, and a look of annoyance set in. "Allen fell in again, didn't he."

Another near-grin. "Yes. You may want to get him out before he starves to death."

The conservative coughed lightly. "Perhaps... But let's move on. Do you know how to order books?"

"Alphabetically?"

"No. There's a whole complex, though useful sys-"

"I don't want to know."

The older man grinned. "Wrong answer! I don't want to hire you. You're too silly."

The younger sighed. "I rehired myself again anyway. You're too strange."

"It's settled, then."

"Quite so."