OSWALD stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed Queen's nonchalant posture on his couch. The jazz music blared, filling the space with an intrusive sound that seemed to mock his already frayed patience. Queen looked up from her phone and met his gaze, her smile unwavering, as if she were completely unfazed by his presence.

He inhaled sharply, frustration bubbling to the surface.

"What the hell do you think you are doing here?" he growled, his voice cold but filled with barely contained anger.

Nathan slightly bowed and quickly took the stairs and headed for his boss's bedroom. It wouldn't be nice at all for him...