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Dirty Laundry

Chapter Two

By Roofles

It's highly recommended you read Socially Awkward, my other story, before this one as this is a sequel. The first chapter was mostly for fun though so can be read stand alone.

“Sir?" Logan had said for the third time that afternoon. Lunch had just ended and the used to be intern was checking in on his boss after clocking back in.

The day had been long and everyone had been working overtime since morning, again. For the third day in the row and it was beginning to show. The once secretary to Sloan, ironically a secretary bird, was a dishevel mess in the break room when Logan had gone in there to get his lunch. The bird twitching every time a phone buzzed or rang. Logan had wanted to take the cup of coffee from her shaking feathered hands but decided against it; knowing full well a good kick from her could end him up in the hospital or worst.

He had politely, wisely and respectfully kept his distance from her the entire time.

The other interns Logan had started off with were running from one floor to the next. Delivery papers, getting coffee and donuts, refiling and refiling those papers. Needing copies of the copies of the copies. Printing them out in a copy room that was far too damn small for Logan let alone someone of Sloan's size. The plant in it did add a nice homey touch to the otherwise tool closet of a room.

Logan was well dressed and groomed, though his face needed a good shave to catch that five o'clock shadow. Something Logan never bothered getting rid of. One nice thing working on the west coast, there was a lax to such things so long as the rest of you looked nice enough. With well groomed hair and a fine office suit, the human figured he fit the bill… at least just enough not to get fired, seeing as how he had his tie undone and the top button's open, airing out from the summer day.

The heat had finally sunk in and on one of the upper floors of the building, without AC, left Logan a sweaty mess by the afternoon. He'd take a dip down in the pool if he could on his break.

“Mr. Kincaid." Logan said a bit louder this time, snapping Sloan out of his thoughts. The large lion tail twitching in acknowledgement, the only actual sign Sloan had heard the human since he'd entered the stuffy office.

Logan pulled on his shirt, wondering why this floor was always a few degrees warmer than the rest of the building. Unaware it was for the savanna experience corporate had come up with to help those like Sloan feel at home…

The large feline was at his desk once more. Though he wasn't facing it, instead looking out towards the open window or rather out over the city below. His keen feline eyes watching every car pass by, the people below walking along their daily lives. While he was stuck up here, in this office surrounded by people he'd rather maul than even talk too. Sloan's office was on one of the upper levels, though not near the top. Those were reserved for the CEO and crew as Sloan liked to put it. Those who could kiss ass and suck dick hard enough to work their way up the corporate chain to the very top.

“Brown nosing cocksucks…" Sloan grumbled aloud thinking about it as he tapped his clawed fingers on the armrest. The sharp nails poking and plucking at the already torn fabric of the chair.

“Sir…?" Logan just asked, confused.

Sloan's nails retracted as he turned around to face the human standing there. That dimwitted look on Logan's face as ever. Something Sloan was actually beginning to enjoy seeing. There was blank almost vapid look in those eyes that told the lion just how relaxed by all this Logan was.

While Sloan was pulling his mane out because of someone else's fuck up, trying to deal with the problem, here Logan was with a derpy happy smile and not a single thought behind those pretty eyes. Sloan was almost envious of it. Ignorance was bliss after all.

“You're dismissed for the day." Sloan just said as his eyes trained in on the human, his features softening a bit as he spoke. The lion wished he could just get up and leave, knowing otherwise. He'd be staying late again tonight trying to put out these fires.

Sloan was in the business of preventing problems, not fixing them. Though these days he'd swear that was the only thing he was doing. Fixing other people's problems after they blatantly ignore his advice that would've prevented said problems.

For a split second, Logan could feel a shiver run down his back as those predatory eyes finally faced towards him. The cat like pupils relaxed, easing up as Sloan rubbed a tired large hand over his face, his own way of saying sorry without ever saying the words.

Sloan never even apologized to his own mother, let alone his secretary.

In Sloan's position, it wasn't wise to show such candor towards those lower than you. Even to his new personal assistant. And even with Logan's… special assignments he did for Sloan throughout the day. Any and everyone could eventually turn on you; Logan was no exception to this rule. The human could be his enemy in the future, gunning for his spot in the company or trying to get close to him for some kind of personal gain…

Sloan doubted that though.

Seeing the look on Logan's face, Sloan was sure Logan wasn't though… It actually required some brain power to do what Sloan did for the company. A bit more… flex and intimidation than anything a human like Logan could manage. Humans couldn't measure up to a lion on that front.

Inc. Co. was an ever expanding company that was more than happy to sever off a limb or two to continue making profit in the ever growing, bustling competitive world. The company had found a niche by being openly exclusive, something it had even tried to copy right. The words made little sense until you looked at the legalese behind them.

The company would take anyone be they dog or man, cat or fish into their hiring pool; something very few companies could afford to do. Inc. Co. would make accommodations for each person be they man or beast, only as far as legally required too of course. Not about to waste any money they could otherwise be saving. Spending only what they absolutely had too. Sloan knew this for a fact and found it rather offensive on the matter, preferring the nothing over the something.

Openly exclusive was just a means of saying speciest in the most polite way possible.

The lion rather not have a “Scratching post" in his office because he was a cat. The company somehow managing to squeeze every penny while also being extremely offensive on the matter; stereotyping each and every species together. Every cat was the same. Every dog the same. Rodents all grouped together and even birds be they penguins or parrots were lumped into the same category. There was no need for individuality here, after all. They would send all felines scratching posts, all dogs tennis balls, every bat had a perch to hang upside down on and every single aquatic species had a access to water…

Even if that meant just a cheap, dollar store spray bottle they could be used to moisturize themselves with.

Thus, the openly exclusive company could single out the very best of each and every employee out of the ever growing job pool. Giving themselves the largest possible worker pool compared to other companies; though without the accommodations other companies would make for said employees.

Some companies were legally allowed to only hire certain species if they were owned by said species and thus would be able to accommodate those species. Such as an arctic climate for polar bears would be risky for others, thus limiting eligible candidate to hire. Limiting the pool of their resources greatly in order to keep a smaller, closer nit team.

Giant corporations like Inc. Co. went about it another way. Quantity over quality. Such a large size pool would never be able to fit in with ever ma' and pa' family business. Instead the law allowed them to hire only those who wouldn't be at risk working there. Allowing for these smaller companies to afford the things they'd actually need or want.

Such as waterways for the aquatic mammals to swim in or a more arctic environment for those who lived in and loved the snow; a polar bear could overheat in a different climate and that could risk a rather nasty lawsuit on their hands. So, Inc. Co. did the only logical thing.

It segregated them.

Though, this would never be openly said. Aquatic mammals had one of the lower floors with a pool they had access to use during their breaks and times off. Birds and several felines were positioned on the upper floors, though never the top ones. Allowing for a more “sky view" to help them adjust to working in closed spaces. While several seals, polar bears and penguins (divided accordingly) were in the basement with the AC cranked up to max to create an otherwise freezing, dangerous environment for anyone else.

“For one's own safety" they'd say, giving each employee a badge that gave them access to the floors they were allowed to go on. Logan wouldn't be able to go to the basement for instance for risk of the human freezing to death, and thus another lawsuit.

Sloan's job these days was covering such risky lawsuits for the company and their questionable decisions and choices they made. While at the same time being forced to endure the very same living conditions as the very lawsuits he was forced to handle.

The savanna floor was deemed “livable" for humans as well as those that came from the great grasslands from across the sea. Long ago forced onto slave ships and brought to this and many other countries in order to use their size and strength for humans and the smaller species benefits. Something that was still up for question in certain parts of the country depending on the state and county laws and still was practiced in other parts of the world all together.

For whatever reasons, the corporate heads thought it best to keep the lights dimmed on this floor as if the sun were just about to set. The carpet was a golden brown, raised slightly and design to look and feel like the grassy plains most of their ancestors that worked on this floor had come from. The walls had acacias and bushwillow trees painted on, glued on or just crudely designed into the very walls to help the feel of “Back home."

Sloan wasn't even sure where to begin for this lawsuit waiting to happen. His jaw had nearly hit the floor the very first day he had been transferred to this floor from a different office.

Then there was the “watering hole," this floors break room that had been designed to simulate something from the savanna. A place most species had poor memories of, not fond ones. Due to the whole risking one's life every time you went for a drink; the crocodile janitor on this floor, who used the break room often, only made this fear renewed for many of the prey species on the floor. Most of whom avoided taking any kind of breaks because of it.

Even Sloan wasn't comfortable taking a break when that guy was in there.

In a way, that only worked out further for the company. Less breaks meant more work and they could always hold that over the ones who refused to take a break to begin with, in case they needed to downsize for one reason or another.

Just one gimmick after another with this place.

“Wouldn't mind it burning to the ground…" Sloan grumbled aloud, covering his mouth with a large hand and not meeting Logan's eyes as if forgetting all about the human. That was until those large blue eyes looked back at the man standing there before him.

Sloan face twitched in what might be called a smile though it was as quick and brief as the exhale that followed.

“I brought you lunch." Logan started with, after finally catching his boss's attention. Attention that he'd been seeking and craving over these past few months. No matter what Logan had done or tried, Sloan had all but ignored the human. By the end Logan had eventually figured Sloan had no interest in him in the least.

That was until Logan crawled under the lion's desk…

“Lunch?" Sloan asked, a bit confused. The lion looked down at the time, realizing it was only three in the afternoon. He cursed silently to himself; the sound coming out more of a disgruntled growl than anything else to the human's ears. “It's not even five, yet…" The lion clenched his jaw, thoughts running through his head quickly.

This whole damn company was a powder keg waiting to be lit. It'd blow up every single news paper and media station in town once all this shit hit the fan. And the lion didn't want to be here when that finally happened. It'd only take one small spark… someone saying something wrong or offensive at that wrong time. That would be more than enough to watch this whole place implode in itself.

“Fuck," Sloan had a field day alone with handling the whole headless pig incident the other month. The city was sick, it always had been. Only in recent years had that begun to bubble over to the surface letting everyone see what it really was like…

A ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

Then there was the whole fire up near the rich district. One of the mansions had burned down in the middle of the night. Those in it scattered and disbanded spread out and… well that was an issue for another night as the lion's claws dug back into the chair.

Sloan attention was elsewhere. It usually was when Logan was around.

All the lion could think about was banging his assistant still standing in front of him. Teasing a clawed finger on top of his desk, lewd thoughts drifting through the lion's mind thinking of one position after another. It would be a shame to let this desk go up in flames without properly… using it, first.

“I wasn't sure what to make…" Logan just began, clearly missing the lustful growl that escaped the hungry lion's lips. Assuming it was one of hunger, which it was. Just for the taste of man instead of what Logan had prepared. “So, I made it all!" The human placed the large container on Sloan's desk, popping the lid open and letting the warm steam escape the plastic seal as he turned it around to face the hungry predator.

A mixture of roasted fish, cooked meats mostly beef and an array of mixed greens and mushrooms sautéed in the juices of the meats above. The juices were still dripping from the almost red meat, the outside brown but the inside almost raw.

“Took me a bit to get the temperatures right, how do you like it. Sir?" Logan just turned it around to face the hungry lion who eyed it voraciously. It was hard to say which of the two things made Sloan hungrier. The food prepared for him or the man who prepared it.

Logan had been Sloan's assisted now for two weeks and the human was only beginning to catch onto how the lion liked to do things. Sugarless, steamed milk coffee that was more milk than coffee; bloody to almost raw meats. It took a full week to learn how to just brush the lion's mane properly!

The last thing hadn't been on the actual list of things a personal assistant might do but once Logan had offered, the lion could hardly refuse. There were many things Logan did for Sloan without letting anyone know about. The mane was the least of his concerns. Even trimmed back, that mane was a mess to deal with and the lion was just glad to have the extra hands to help with it.

Something Logan begun to do as the lion began to devour the lunch he'd almost forgotten about. Sloan usually ended up skipping lunches, swamped with work as he was. A hungry, cranky lion was far more dangerous than Logan had thought. He began making emergency meals or snacks just in case Sloan got into one of those moods; food would usually help rectify it.

Being as large as the lion, it made since he'd have to eat far more often than Logan did. One nice thing about being a smaller species, you didn't need to consume that much energy to keep on moving.

Grabbing the brush from the side drawer, the human moved behind the larger male and began to brush Sloan's mane out as the lion focused on picking up each individually sliced piece of beef and practically swallowing them whole. A content, happy purr escaped the larger male's lips as Logan brushed out the knots and tangles from the feline's mane.

Logan wasn't even sure how he managed to get it all knotted by the afternoon. The human thinking about the mess it would have to be in the morning instead. Thinking of the big, naked lion crawling out of bed. Stretching his arms and flexing his toes, scratching his gut while looking in the mirror at the mess that was there. It'd put any bed hair to shame, Logan was sure.

“How is it?" Logan would ask, only to get a growling purr in return. It took the human longer than it should've to realize that was a good sign, not familiar with large felines at all. At first thinking he'd pissed Sloan off or brushed the wrong way, again.

For instance, Sloan didn't actually purr the way a house cat did. It was far deeper, heavier like someone was trying to start a rather small motor inside the lion's chest. It rumbled, vibrating outwards, upwards through Sloan's toothy jowls and out between his black lips. He'd chuff, exhaling a hot breath of air as his long tawny gold tail swayed to one side or the other.

Logan took a guilty pleasure in this.

Sloan wasn't just a big guy; he was a handsome older man with authority and power, with a striding walk that demanded obedience from anyone foolish enough to cross the lion's path. They call them kings of the jungle for a reason and Logan was more than happy to be a servant to one as impressive, stunning and breathtaking as Sloan was.

Even if Sloan didn't feel like that way in the least.

The human ran his fingers through that thick mane. Feeling underneath with probing fingers as he brushed the other side. A slight push here or pressure there was all it took for Logan to get the lion to be like puddy in his fingers. The large feline turning his head to one side, slightly to the other, up, down, left or right at the human's fingers bequest. Allowing Logan to get his full fix from the feline at the same time.

It was simple, Logan had figured out. To ask for something was one thing. To tell Sloan something was another. If he told the lion to turn his head, Sloan would resist. However, without a word using his hands to guide the lion's head around made things all the easier. It wasn't an affront to the lion's pride and Logan got what he wanted.

To feel, respect and admire such a man as Sloan.

A real man. Someone that wasn't such a pussy, ironically. Someone strong, big, large and in charge. Someone who knew exactly what they wanted…

“Uh… Logan?" Sloan spoke up, making the human ease up on gripping the thick mane running between his fingers.

“Sorry, sir. There was a knot…" Logan just said with a dumb smile, while internally groaning in pleasure from the feel of this man before him. Logan took a half step closer, letting Sloan's back and mane brush against his chest. He could feel the lion's warmth against his body this way and had to adjust himself before continuing.

And there was that tinge in the air. Something that was predominately in Sloan's office. The lion's heavy musk.

Sloan's mane was soft. It flowed through his fingers and Logan knew the feline had to use some expensive products to get it as it was. There was a faint scent to it, like cinnamon… but that was mostly masked from the long morning musk that emanated from the feline like steam from the cooked food on the desk. That smell, that musk clung to Logan's hands and his suit that was touching Sloan from behind.

Not that the human minded, still just wanting to bury his face in that glorious mane and lose himself in Sloan's body.

Taking a guilty pleasure from his work, Logan worked his fingers around Sloan's broad head, towards the lion's throat where his greedy fingers could find that one spot again… and scratch, eliciting a very low, deep murring purr from the lion whose eyes closed nearly as quickly. The flesh was soft there. Just above the throat at the very back of Sloan's muzzle. It was soft, tender and Logan wanted to just bite it softly with his teeth. Chew on it and just breathe Sloan in while doing so…

Sloan had too much pride to let anyone do this for him before but here, now, behind these closed locked doors Sloan could give in and enjoy Logan's constant attention and admiration for the feline.

After all, what cat didn't want to be spoiled rotten!

Logan spent most the afternoon brushing Sloan's mane for him. Grabbing a lint roller to work on the feline's expensive suit afterward as Sloan turned to face Logan. The lion letting the man finish up, watching with have lidden lustful eyes the entire time as he was pampered like the king Logan knew Sloan to be.

The second Logan had stopped did the lion make his move. Snaking an arm behind Logan's back and pull him up and into the lion's lap just as quickly.

With his knees on either side of Sloan's, Logan found himself sitting on those thick muscular thighs. Logan tried to pretend not to notice feeling the raw heat coming from the lion as he finished up his task. It took a while to get all the strands of fur out of the lion's suit. Logan was blushing by the end of it. Knowing full well that Sloan was watching him the entire time. Feeling that large paw on his lower back, holding him for support. Those fingers digging in just slightly, just enough to apply amply pressure to the human to coax him, encourage him to continue his work.

Words didn't need to be said as Logan found himself perspiring from the raw, sexual heat coming from the lion's body. Sloan had popped open the top of his suit, showing off his broad chest. That golden brown, reddish mane ran down between the lion's pecs, ending in a V that trickled down even lower. Disappearing into the shirt Sloan still had on underneath his coat. Logan wanted to see just how far that happy trail led but held off as he indulged himself with petting the lion's exposed chest instead.

Running his fingers against that tawny gold fur and through Sloan's mane towards the other side. Wiggling his fingers underneath the suit just enough to feel, to tease, to play with one of the lion's nipples making the feline purr grow ever more intense. The rumbling sound against Logan's hand only made the lust grow inside. Feeling such a powerful man as Sloan basically groaning in pleasure at his touch was exciting, invigorating and only further encouraged Logan's lustful exploration of the man he was sitting on.

Licking his dry lips, Logan slowly drifted his hand down further as Sloan rested back in his chair with closed eyes. The human's hands were shaking a bit as he undid one button, then another. Sloan just letting him the entire time. The lion didn't say a word as his eyes open just enough for those catlike predatory pupils to watch the human work.

Logan opened Sloan's coat, getting a good view of the lion's chest and stomach outlined in the undershirt. The shirt was nice. Some sort of silk that cost far more than anything Logan could normally afford to purchase. It was warm to the touch, both from the hot day and the feline's body. Logan ached to feel that warmth pressed against his body. Sloan was a heater he wanted to curl up next to in the dead of winter.

Sliding a hand underneath the shirt, Logan pulled it up and out of the lion's pants leaving the belt alone for the time being. Just enough so the human's greedy, hungry, thirsty fingers could run through the smooth, slightly damp with sweat underbelly of the big carnivorous feline whose lap he was sitting on.

Feeling the flesh underneath made Logan take a sharp breath. It was hot to the touch. Warm against the palms of his hand as that soft almost white belly fur ran between his fingers as he felt up the man in front of him.

Sloan just rested back as each button on his undershirt was undone. One by one. Slowly, carefully, teasingly as the human pressed their bulges against one another as he worked. Logan could smell him. Feel the raw heat coming off the lion as he just ripped the last button open. The small button bounced off the desk as Logan apologized with a chuckle.

“Eager aren't we?" Sloan just growled toothily, the smirk on his face flashing the human before him a glimpse of his fangs.

Logan just blushed at that, taking a second before continuing. Sloan's arm pulled him closer, encouraging him to continue where they had left off. It was more than what Logan needed, the human already transfixed on one of the male's pecs.

Logan bent down, glancing up at the lion's face as if to ask for permission before nuzzling his face between those thick pecs. Between them. In that soft warm mane of fur that ran down from Sloan's head over his chest. Groping each of those pecs with his hands as Logan just rubbed that musky sweaty fur against his face, breathing it in while letting out a groaning sigh of relief from finally getting a chance to do this again with Sloan. His fingers gripping tighter at the feline who only chuffed a breath both in amusement and satisfaction at being craved so.

What cat didn't want to be wanted?

Sloan teased the top of Logan's ass with a finger, sliding it into his pants and between his cheeks before dragging it back along the human's tailbone. Logan shuddered at that, arcing his back and pushing against the feline even more than he already was. Sloan gave his rear a good hump, that bulge pressing firmly against the human's cheeks as the big kitty let out a lustful growl.

Sloan was about to say something, to order his personal assistant to take off his pants when Logan's lips found that soft flesh underneath the lion's jaws that made the kitty purr. Nibbling and biting at the tender fleshy part at the top of the throat. Pulling on it with his gums and biting it softly with his teeth.

Logan knew what he was doing and the kitty was putty in his fingers as the large feline just groaned helplessly underneath him. Soaking in the feeling of being touched like this. Logan's grip eased up on the lion's chest as he brought his hand down lower. Stroking a finger over the lion's chest to his belly and around it softly to scratch once more.

Age hadn't been kind to the lion. Sloan's muscular figure beginning to gain weight into his early thirties and was showing. Not that Logan minded. Just meant there was more of the lion to love and pet. And the cat enjoyed every second of it.

Unaware of anything else Logan was doing the entire time.

Just as the lion was about to “mrow" for more attention, his groin aching to be noticed too, the phone rang.

Sloan's eyes opened up as his black lips turned into a frown at being interrupted. As much as the feline wanted to just ignore it, the two of them were still at work after all. Most knew where he was, the cameras in the hallway told those in the security room if the lion had left his office or not. It wouldn't be wise, or smart, to be caught in the act despite how much the two wanted to continue.

Or how many times they had snuck something or other in.

“This is Sloan." The lion said without letting go of the human in his lap. The two perfectly understanding Logan needed to be quiet during this. “Yes, I'm still in my office. Obviously." The lion's frustration showed in the tone he used at the end, keeping the growl contained at the least.

Logan smirked at that, holding back a chuckle of his own as he eased off the lion's lap and stood back up. Sloan gave him a look and Logan mouthed the words “got to get back to work" gesturing at the door as he said so. The lion only frowned at that, his heavy set brow lowering in turn. Logan just bent forward, kissing the feline softly on the cheek, giving Sloan a wink and a sashay away.

The lion couldn't hold back the lustful growl that escaped his throat, watching the human go. Wiggling his hips the entire time. Logan buttoned up, smoothed out his hair and made sure to use the deodorant by the door before stepping out of the office.

He normally stunk of the lion as it was, working in such… close proximity to him.

Sloan just grumbled seeing the door go, not even bothering to apologize over the phone at the sound he had made. Going back to work and leaving Logan to his own devices while thinking of the human the entire time.

Logan was on good terms with most the office. Knowing practically everyone there by first name. He was just the average, human intern that knew when to speak and when to just nod along. There wasn't a single person in the office that had an issue with him and that's exactly what he preferred. Most forgetting he was even there half the time.

It made his job way easier to manage when everyone only saw him for the front he put on.

Waving at the crocodile janitor in the hallway, Logan made a comment about the “men's room." Getting a look, Logan followed it up by offering to help.

“If the two of us did it together, we'd be done in no time." Logan just offered with that patent smile. A trademark Logan had developed over the years working here and with those far larger and more toothy than himself.

“I got it." The crocodile just gave him a single nod, his face never changing the entire time. Though Logan was sure it was in thanks if nothing else as the large reptilian moved past with his cart to clean up the bathroom in question.

Logan just gave him a wave as he went, heading past and towards the end of the hall where the elevators were. Only to find a rather large line waiting to use them. The elevators weren't exactly spacious and with the hippo in front of him, Logan was sure to have to wait for a good ten minutes before he'd be able to get one. It was a nice break from the day, to stand there and chat with the others in the office while waiting to use the elevator instead of the stairs.

While management might frown on it, they weren't about to risk saying something about it. Otherwise the employees could turn around and demand better elevators for their use. Something that would cost money and time, something the corporate heads weren't about to waste on the nobodies working for them.

It gave Logan a chance to gossip, to catch any rumors around the office and to keep up with the goings of things. Making mental notes about each and everything he could.

Back in Sloan's office, the lion was dealing with his own set of issues. The call wasn't from his boss, but rather from an old family friend he hadn't heard from in some time.

“How'd you even get this number?" Sloan grumbled rubbing a large hand over his face in annoyance. His palm smelled of the human, distracting the feline for a second. His groin still ached for attention and his lust hadn't settled down.

Sloan took a huffing panting breath of it, smelling, tasting Logan on the palm of his hand still. His stomach grumbled hungrily in turn as a wet spot formed on his pants. Lunch hadn't been filling enough and Sloan wanted something else for dessert…

“Is that really important?" Enzo said from the other line. Sloan growl told the other feline that it was in fact important. “Jeron told me it, ok?"

“I told him-," Sloan started up only to be cut off quickly.

“Look, look, look! That isn't important! I called about," Enzo tried to get a one up on his brother only for Sloan to cut him off this time.

“This is important. To me!" Sloan turned in his chair slamming a hand down on the desk. “You can't just call me whenever you want. Let alone from my office phone!" Sloan voice was one of warning and Enzo realized he had defiantly overstepped his boundaries here.

“Look! I'm sorry, ok? Sorry. Look. We got a bigger issue than your day job." Enzo snorted on the line much to Sloan's annoyance.

“Then what is it?" Sloan finally conceded realizing his younger brother wasn't about to just drop the issue even if he hung the phone up on him on the spot. Might as well try to get this over with here and now.

“You've kept up with everything, yeah?" Enzo just started up as if waiting for Sloan to give him permission too.

“Mostly." Sloan rolled his eyes as he rested back in his chair, missing the touch and feel of his assistant. Wanting to drag Logan back in here and shove him underneath the desk to help ease the tension building up in his shoulders. And the pressure in his pants.

“With those dogs out of the way," Enzo just went on speaking faster and faster. “There's like this giant hole left in their place. Giant! Everyone wants a piece of it. Everyone." Enzo just said again as if trying to highlight the word.

“Subtle." Sloan just rolled his eyes as he turned away from the door, resting back and looking out the window again.

“Right, right." Enzo just nodded along as if Sloan could actually see him. “Thing is? Boss man wants us stepping in to help… fill the void, if you catch my drift." Enzo even winked, once more, as if Sloan could see him.

“I thought they lost their hold when the docks were attacked?" Sloan asked, a little confused trying to recall all the things that had happened the past couple months. The entire city had nearly burned down with the riots and picketing and gangs infighting.

Then there were the actual fires on the docks and up near in the hills over-looking the city. It had just been one thing after another and the consequences of such things were only coming to a head.

“Nah man, that was Daisy Duke and her bunch." Enzo just laughed. “Bitch had it comin' after she left the family."

“Didn't even see it coming, you mean…" Sloan frowned a bit. He recalled the reports what happened on the docks. It was a blood bath. Bodies hung up, piled up and others just burned when one of the local gangs had hit the docks against their rivals moving in on their turf.

Turf that was now open and up for grabs by whoever could muscle their way in fast enough. The small remnants of The Pack couldn't hold their once large territory against every threat. Now only holding a few small key locations around town and even those were being contested over to this day.

“Hah, I know. I saw the pics!" Enzo only laughed giggling like a child thinking about it. “Serves 'em all right. Freaking wolves think they own the place. Still, DD had it coming."

“Didn't you date her at one point?" Sloan frowned now trying to recall.

“One night stand doesn't mean nothin'." Enzo hissed back, getting agitated about it. That only made Sloan smirk, the feline unable to help himself as he teased further. Pushing the boundaries as a cat would.

“If I recall correctly, you were obsessed with her! No matter how many times she turned you down." Sloan was smirking the entire time. “You'd bring her flowers. Call her up every morning trying to get her to go to breakfast together. Then there were all those dinner reservations that had to be canceled." Sloan laughed at the end.

A growl on the other end told Sloan he had hit the nail on the head.

“What would you know of dating anyway!" Enzo just hissed back. “You might as well be the forty year old virgin." Enzo was the one to laugh this time.

“Good one." Sloan didn't take the cheap bait and just rolled his eyes. “If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work."

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now, now, now." Enzo quickly jumped back onto the topic why he called. “The Pride wants to move in and take the turf left behind."

“Yeah. I got that." Sloan just grumbled, rubbing a paw over his face once more. “It's rather obvious. Everyone is trying too. And I mean, everyone."

“Well, yeah." Enzo faltered a bit hoping to be the one to explain to Sloan for once what was going on.

“With The Pack out of the way, no one's supplyin' no more." Sloan said with a roll of his eyes. “Those kind of sales can't just be ignored. Bad for business and all that." Sloan didn't bother going into the details on the matter as he picked at a spot on the desk with his nail.

The lion's tail lashed behind him quickly, betraying his agitation over the matter.

“We want you," Enzo started up.

“No deal." Sloan just sighed heavily, shaking his large head. “I got a good thing going. Don't need no more of that shit messing things up. Got enough on my lap as it is without that kind of… drama, again."

“Wait, wait, wait!" Enzo tried but Sloan was already hanging up with a simple “tell mother I said hi."

Sloan just took a moment after that. Waiting for Enzo to call back. Once he didn't, the lion rested his head in both hands on the desk as he groaned out a growl. He needed a stiff drink and his assistant underneath this desk right now to relax after such a phone call. He knew it was coming eventually.

Sloan wondering where Logan was as he went back to work…

The human in question was already on the first floor, giving a courtesy wave towards the front desk before heading outside. The weather was nice, the day still warming up as he made his way down the street as he fixed his shirt, tie and messed up his hair in the same process.

It had been a long morning and Logan was looking forward to bringing it to an end as he cut off the sidewalk and down a nearby alleyway without even looking. No one noticed a simple looking human ducking out of view from the main street. Heading down a grimy, dirty alleyway with an overflowing trash can near the end.

Logan ignored it all, even the bum trying to sleep underneath a cardboard box. Just headed further towards the back, past the broken glass and smell of piss. He had two guessed who that belonged too as he saw it.

At the end of the alley was a single white van. Driven around from the side and parked with the side door facing towards him some time ago, the engine having been turned off hours ago. The sidedoor opened up even before Logan could reach for the handle.

“Did you do it?" The German Shepherd inside offered him a hand. Logan took it, hoisted up inside quickly as the door slammed shut behind him.

“What do you think?" Logan just gave him a look before cracking a smile and taking a seat next to the computer set up in the back of the van. The seats had been removed leaving plenty of room for their equipment. Sitting in one of the two black leather chairs and spinning towards the consoles, Logan began getting to work on his real job.

He was already adjusting the sound quality on the panel as the basset hound next to him offered him a drink.

“Nah, I'm sick of coffee. But thanks." Logan said without giving the dog a look as he worked quickly over the console. Flipping the switches as he turned everything on and testing the sound quality. “Deliver that stuff enough as it is in that damned place…"

Above the console were several small TVs each with a view of the building Logan had just come from. There were even a few feeds within the building though not as many as they'd have liked. They cycled through the different cameras set up as Logan picked up the heavy headphones and listened into one of the cuffs.

The sound crackled at first before clearing up and he got a clear sound coming from the other end.

“If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work." It was Sloan's voice on the other end. The bug Logan had planted working like a charm during his time teasing and playing with the lion's nipples; sitting on his lap while he planted the small device underneath the desk.

The human gave a single thumbs up as he set the headset down and turned towards the other dogs in the car with open arms.

“Can I do it? Or can I do it!" Logan just laughed. “Phase two under way." Logan just smiled at Hugo. The German Shepherd nose wrinkled up as his whiskers bristled. “What?" Logan frowned now figuring he'd missed something.

“Well, not to be rude…" Copper next to them, the basset hound, gave Logan a sideways glance. “You smell like cat."

Logan rolled his eyes not even bothering sniffing himself.

“No shit!" Logan just spat back with far less humor. “You assholes want me to getting close to the big kitty and now I'm stunk with him." Logan ended up joking at the end, making the two canines roll their eyes in turn.

“Maybe shower next time before coming back…?" Hugo offered though it was clear he was making a joke. The canine's face relaxing seeing his partner back, safe and sound from his assignment. “You know I don't like you doing this…"

“It's a job." Logan just shrugged back cutting him off before Hugo could get into THAT again. “How about next time you get close and I get to sit inside a surveillance van the whole time."

Hugo just gave him a look at that. “Yeah. No." The canine just frowned back at him splaying his large triangular ears out.

“That's why we got you!" A voice from the front barked a laugh as the divider between the back and front slid open and an orange muzzle looked over their shoulder at the three of them.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Clem." Logan rested back in the chair, lifting up the head phones to continue to eavesdrop on his boss with closed eyes. He crossed his legs not looking at any of the three canines who were still staring holes into him.

“It's what I'm here for." The boxer garuffed another laugh as Clementine went back to keeping an eye out for the lot of them.

“How reassuring." Logan sighed heavily, closing his eyes and listening to the movement on the other line. He knew everything was being recorded but still felt odd betraying his boss like this, listening in on Sloan's every movement. “Phase two can finally begin…" He muttered more to himself than anyone else.

Wondering why this time it bothered him so much…