Game on, Sire

I sat in my cabin, head buried inside a file. Nope, not just one file, on either side of my working table gracefully sat one hundred and fifty-seven files yet to be checked. 

After those two jammers left, Hunter called his personal receptionist whose name I just found out was Caleb and barked some orders. Caleb, like a good obedient employee, dragged me out of Hunter's office, and I didn't even protest. I was too overwhelmed by the fact that he started a traffic jam in the middle of a busy Manhattan street just so he could stop me. Could he imagine how many employees were late at their work for getting stuck in a deliberately-created jam and losing their jobs in the process? The blood in my veins boiled like molten lava. Before I was out of the room, I threw a look over my shoulder, and our eyes met. 

Was I hallucinating, or was that an amused look in those pool of sea-greens?

Caleb showed me to the a