â€œYour work area is a mess, Sinclare, I thought you were going to clean it all up.â€<br/><br/>No sooner had he pulled into the parking lot and got out of his car, his boss comes over to him and starts scolding him. What a way to start the day off. â€œIâ€™m sorry about that, Rick, got a little tired last night and felt like I was losing my mind. Iâ€™ll finish up first thing, the moment I sit down, before I do anything.â€ Weston replied somewhat nonchalantly, still waking up. Much like just about everyone else, before he has his morning coffee he was not that much of a morning person some days. Other days, some people just wondered when the hell he was going to shut up so there could be some peace and quiet. Personality wise, he was a bit of an acquired taste for most and people did sometimes find him obnoxious since he did complain a lot.<br/><br/>In general he was not the happiest of people. As much as he loved his live, and was not afraid to show it, he did have a lot of pent up anger towards a lot of things. Mostly he was frustrated with himself whenever he couldnâ€™t get done what was expected of him. Being reminded he needed to organize files had put him in a sour mood, needless to say.<br/><br/>His boss didnâ€™t care. Bosses in general could care less about a personâ€™s mood; they just wanted the job done and done right. They werenâ€™t there to talk about feelings â€“and Weston was sure Rick Courel was an emotionless robot who lacked most feelings anyway- or play mommy. They were there to light a fire under your ass and give you hell to ensure you do your job. And Rick, most people would consider him the boss who crawled out of the fires of hell. Weston sure as hell was not fond of the man one bit needless to say, considering he thinks him to be the boss from hell. The man gave him a stern look, one he knew oh too well, and raised his voice, â€œJust have those files all neat an organized for me. Today. I mean it. Youâ€™re two weeks behind.â€<br/><br/>Most of the morning he spent organizing files and making phone calls and almost forgot about the case from last night until he remembered the file was still in his car. On his cigarette break, he retrieved it and took a more thorough glance through it. The more he looked at it the more it just seemed like the typical haunted house. Still, it was his job to take each case seriously and do a little investigating here and there no matter how silly the case may seem.  This was a case from about a week ago, and he could not just ignore it. It would not only make him look bad but the company as well. Yet another thing he may lose his job over, and again he certainly had no intentions of allowing that to happen. The boss was already irritated with him; Weston didnâ€™t want to give him another reason to lose his patience.<br/><br/>It was during his lunch break that he decided to drive to the address and knock on the door. Hopefully someone was home. He'd feel incredibly stupid if he was left standing there, not to mention he only had about fourty five minutes for lunch. Good old Mark always filling in for him and keeping the boss at bay -but hey Weston was doing something work related so if he was back on the clock after his time was up he could use that as an excuse. Right?