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🩺
. ୭ ˙ 000 // ,, Don't YOU have anything better to do!? "
Dr. Sawyer 3rd POV :
—The Doctor got stuck in another meeting with the other Head Executives, Stella Greyber and Edward M. N. Ritterman. Sawyer never understood why he had to get dragged along into such unimportant meetings when HE could be working on doing experiments and providing answers.
Doesn't matter as he regardless of when it started, came later. As it often took them a bit to get towards the point. So The Doctor hadn't missed out on much, mostly filtering their chit-chat as it's just meaningless monologue to Saywer. Acting all bored and almost as if being forced to be here (he definitely is being forced trust).
When The Doctor notices Leith Pierre missing from the chatting circle, it's quite unusual for "our Mr. Head of Innovation and no goofing around time in forcer!!!!" to be missing, then a WONDERFUL idea struck him.
He got up from that tiring endless chatting club between the two other executives happening, unnoticed Sawyer goes behind the door, awaiting for Leith's appearance. After a few minutes the head of Innovation arrives, expecting Saywer to arrive a bit later per usual.
Before jumpscaring Pierre, Leith jumped similar to a cat at the surprise attack. Just then did Stella and Edward notice the head of Innovation and his arrival, swearing under his breath while cursing at the Doctor, Sawyer only gave a cunning smirk his way. Watching the executive sit down exasperatedly next to his coworkers, or whatever the Innovation head thinks of those morons. Glancing towards the meeting table, Leith Pierre sits in his usual spot in the singular chair that's in the front while the other two sit in the ones at the sides of it. Discussing something at the lines of.. what other children to make into their "projects", or best said one of the next in line for becoming another "Bigger Body" or how they preferred calling it. The Doctor leaves the executive meeting room, headed towards the underground laboratory where most of the experimenting was done.
After working on trying to come up with something new, during it an individual enters the same area as him, deciding that his research is much more important than whoever it may be. He doesn't glance up, the person now in front of him and his work station begins speaking:
📞˙ . ,,You were meant to be there Saywer. What do you NOT understand about the pre-set rules on which behaviors.. and what is or isn't condoned in such places."
A moment of silence occurs between the Doctor and Leith Pierre. Before Harley snaps back condescendingly while still daringly not even looking up:
🩺. ୭ ,,I don't believe you've told me beforehand on such rules.
I'm surprised you expect me to follow something like that without being told so in person. Just some stupid piece of paper definitely won't get my interest."
Harley finally looks up:
🩺. ୭ ,,Also move. You're shadowing over what I'm working on. Unless you're going to stand there as if you've got nothing better to do, be my guest. Just get out of my way."
Leith seemed to had a word to say but kept it to himself, appearing to be only muttering something before taking in also interest to what Sawyer was paying most attention towards. Pierre never much understood scientific, biological methods, notes nor anything much along those lines. Preferred seeing it happen but barely ever participated, quite loathed getting his hands dirty.
Well that's Doctor Harley Sawyer's blunt opinion, could be also because he hardly saw the executive of Innovation do such tasks from when he did come out of the " safe space" of his or whatever, mainly that reasoning was for either: missing coffee and no one wishes to get him it, needs supplies/items from above. Or last option, Wishes to bother the children and Leith Pierre occasionally. Especially giving the Innovation head a good spook that day when he does decide to enter these parts of the factory.
Anywho, Pierre starts to lean and inch closer to the work in progress idea of the special projects head, invading a personal bubble that Sawyer had oh oh so painstakingly built to keep HIM away. He so badly wanted to yell at the executive next to him to give personal space. But probably with how intrigued and focused on it Leith seems. Maybe giving the Innovation head a scare could get him out of the frenzy. A little startle if anything! Might finally get him to back off for moment, or he'll just lecture me on not to frighten him. Which Sawyer won't probably pay a single thought towards once it does happen.
A little later Leith's still in Harley's space, he finally has enough and stops for a moment. Then in the next moment he's gripping Pierre's now messed up shirt collar. Pulling the other man closer to him, giving a prolonged death glare before exasperatedly yet not too loudly hissing his thoughts to Leith.
🩺. ୭ ,,Stop getting into my space and work. You aren't here to document shit are you? So cut it with the wannabe important act and tell me why you're here. Or most optimally. GET out."