Their Beautiful Faces

"You wouldn't dare!" Shawn shouted, standing up from his seat, his veins visible on his neck.

"Watch me do it, Shawn; next time you won't mess with my collection or my client," Jason shot back and shut the door behind him.

As Jason walked over to the elevator, he saw Shawn's secretary hurrying into the office.

"Why did you..." Jason heard Shawn ask just before the door shut behind her.

A triumphant smile spread across Jason's face as he muttered, "You want war; I'll give you war."

Jason had no intention of carrying out his threat against Shawn, but having him think he could was a good hold on Shawn.

"Jason, please tell me you didn't piss him off," Tim asked as soon as Jason walked back into his office.

Jason smiled, his dimple showing off his boyish look as he replied, "No, I only ruffled his fur a little."

"Oh, no, war is coming; I need to get new arms. That smile on your face says you didn't just ruffle his fur; you outright pulled them out," Tim replied, shaking his head in concern