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Harley Sawyer hated this man beyond measure, some may argue he hated him more than Head of Innovation himself, or maybe this hatred was fueled by the fact that Clare was from said Innovation. Sawyer believed that Clare was a clear exhibitionist, always taking delight in carrying around the Cat-bee plush always in his dominant hand as he flailed it around.
Other employees, scientists and doctors alike found it cute of him, and said it boosted some sort of morale. While others, that mainly being Harley himself publicly would shame him for it, but Clare would just stare with his doe eyes, tilt his head and softly smile before walking away.
And it always caught poor Harley off guard.
He knew that the blonde haired man was smarter than he put himself out to be, he’d wished that people would see him as smarter than he seems. More intelligent and it’s fair share of evil.
Clare Brune is in Innovations, and has never been shamed by the head himself. Only rather praised and appreciated,
All
The
God damn
Time.
It drove Sawyer completely mad and he’d always complain about it to White. Which he would always brush off or shake his head in disagreement. “But he’s a kind man, very soft hearted” If Yarnaby could eat soon, then he'd force Yarnaby to eat his dumb level head of an assistant.
It was lunchtime, as Clare dropped his Cat-Bee plush in his locker before heading off to the canteen to meet his friends. He didn’t have anything, and just sat down. Receiving hidden disdain looks before they returned to talking, he was used to it. Being ignored and teased like this. Everyone in this company clearly hated him. But he ignored it, putting up a front is way more easier.
Lunch was over as Brune skipped over to grab his plush only to find out it wasn’t there. He stilled, cocking (no) an eyebrow. Looking around to see if someone else had arrived to take it. Well he arrived at the conclusion that someone took it, and he was going to find this person. Or people. If it was multiple, he walked around the Innovations sector thinking, it could've been his friends but they were with him. All of them were there and he had counted. It couldn’t have been anyone else, as the majority of people loved him.
He sighed, walking into Leith’s Office as he was busy filling paperwork and reading letters and emails. “You? I thought you went down to the labs” Clare shook his head as he waved both his hands. “Surprise no kind” He smirked. “Your plush? What happened” Stolen. Gone, Leith could tell Clare was panicking internally but said nothing of the sorts. As he handed him a letter, “Could you deliver this down to Sawyer? It might help you clear your mind off things, it’ll come around sometime” Pierre said chirpily, as Clare Brune took the letter begrudgingly, simply just waving it around and dashed off.
He took the elevator and ran into Ritterman, as he awkwardly waved at him. Not wanting to stay but had no choice as he stood beside him. “I see your heading down to the labs? For what, I don’t usually see you down there” Eddie said blankly, as Clare smiled and waved the letter in his face. “How interesting, for Sawyer too. If you want I could deliver for you?” Brune shook his head as he got off walking along with Ritterman.
“Ich gehe mich, obwohl mein Teddy Bear…" Clare stopped as Rittermann looked at him confused, “Dein Teddy? Wo es ist?”
“Mein Teddy ist bei einem bösen Mann” Clare smiled, pissed off to say the least as Rittermann had a small smirk on his face.
"Dann holen sie sich den Mann." He patted his shoulders as they both chuckled.
They both walked over to Sawyer's office as the door swung open a vase was thrown through the door, as Ritterman grabbed Clare’s shirt sleeve to pull him away. His eyes widened as he immediately frowned. Eddie took note of this, mentally. An employee ran out with their hand on their eye as they bled. A stapler on the floor coated in their blood as Clare just blankly looked at it.
Rittermann frowned and Clare walked behind him. “I came to drop you this, do prevent harassing your coworkers when you're angry Sawyer. There won’t be anyone to work with you if you keep doing that” Rittermann scoffed as he dropped files on his desk, He stopped beside Clare and whispered something as he simply,
Effectively giggled.
At it. And that might have been the last drop of adrenaline settled into the conical flask, Harley jumped at him as Clare yelped and instantly fought back. Preventing Harley from punching his face or harming his face at all. “You! Insignificant fool!” He yelled, as Clare pushed him off, about to run before Harley grabbed his leg and he hit his head off the table causing a scream to be heard.
Clare went into the fetal position grasping his forehead which had just been hit as he jittered slowly. Harley got up, overshadowing him as the blonde turned around to face him smiling, and saying.
“Idiot”
That was the first time Sawyer had heard him speak, his voice sounded like honeycombs. Clare slowly got up, pushing the letter to his chest as Sawyer gritted his teeth before snatching his Cat Bee plush from on top of the shelf and running along with it.
“See you around Harleeey!” He yelled, dashing off to the elevators.
Harley looked pissed off, as he clenched the stapler. Shocked at how quick the ordeal happened but smiled. Maybe as a way to calm the catalyst or so, but he’d hope to not see that man again.
Right?