King himself seemed perfectly suited to this sort of work place. He wore a very expensive suit, and had his pure black hair slicked back away from his face. His skin was an unsightly pale…almost grey color, while his eyes were black and empty, as though he’d never known joy. He seemed like he would have been perfectly dressed for a funeral, and save for the aura of cruelty that surrounded him, he might have been a mourner at one. Behind him was another man…standing about 6’8, and built like a rock. The giant was completely bald, not even having any eyebrows; his left ear was extremely deformed, like it had been ripped off or something. He wore simple black jeans and a white tank top. His skin was bronze colored and the whole time I was there, his brown eyes glared a hole through me as if he wanted nothing more than to murder me. Suffice to say I was a little scared of this guy. Ok, I was petrified of him! He seemed totally out of place within this building.

“Sit down, Mr. Orious!” King growled, his eyebrows narrowing, and his hands clutching the sides of his desk as if to stop himself from jumping over and slapping the shit out of me. Startled by his sudden outburst, I immediately sat down in one of the two chairs he had in front of his desk.

King glared at me for several more moments, before finally lowering his eyes and looking at some papers he had laying in front of him. I managed to sneak a look at what he had…just my resume and cover letter. “You have a very nice background, Mr. Orious. I see you have lots of experience…quite impressive, considering you finally finished college at the age of 29, and are now 38 years old.” He commented.

“Yes sir, I was late going to college…really late. I didn’t think I needed an education until I realized how hard it was to get a decent job. I went back…got my associates…worked for a few years, and…here I am.” I told him.

“Yes…may I ask you a question, Mr. Orious?”

“Of course.”

“What is your father’s name?”

“My father?”

“Yes.”

“Brian.”

King nodded but his piercing gaze continued to glare through me. “And what was your grandfather’s name…your father’s father, I mean?”