*A/n* - This imagine was requested by rosie5675

Thanks for the request! I'm sorry about the delay but I really hope that it was worth the wait.

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*Female*

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You were in the middle of the park, for some unknown reason. Apparently, your CEO, Bryce Tankthrust, thought that it would be a suitable place to hold this month's team meeting. 

"This is a bunch of bullshit!" Dorian, you co-worker, and close friend, shouted, causing Bryce to bite down on her lip. "Would you like to get your paycheck at the end of the month, Dorian?" 

"Of course." Dorian scoffed like she had just asked him a stupid question. 

"Then shut your mouth!" You raised you hand and Bryce pointed at you. 

"Go on, and please don't let this be another stupid question. I really don't want to have to fire you all, it'll cost a fortune." 

"I have to ask, why are we having this meeting in the middle of the park?" Bryce gave a small laugh as she placed her hands onto the table assertively. "I thought that it'd be nice to get you all out of the office-"

"As a treat because we work so hard?" The receptionist, who had been made to wear his sex offender shirt asked. "No," Bryce replied, shaking her head. "Because I thought that you'd all think clearly in the fresh air. There must be asbestos in that building because none of you get any work done, because your brains are so fucking foggy!" 

Dorian was staring into space, as Bryce began shouting viciously at the group. You tapped him on the shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He replied after a few seconds, "It's just, I thought I saw- never mind." He got up and walked away from the table, you followed him, knowing that Bryce wouldn't have noticed as she was too busy screaming.

"Dorian?" A man you had never seen before asked. "Is that you?"

"Yes, you piece of shit!" Dorian replied. "What are you doing here, Damien?"

"I'm here with my boss." He explained, pointing to his boss. 

"Still that creepy fashion designer then?" Dorian asked, folding his arms. 

"You still working for that bitch?" 

"Yes." Dorian replied, before looking at you. "Can you believe, (Y/n), that people say we look alike?" He scoffed. 

"Wait, are you related?" You asked. 

"Brothers." Damien replied, "Not that we see each other." Dorian looked at you, and you knew that he was ready to talk. "Damien is confused about his sexuality. Unlike the rest of us, he thinks he's straight."

"I am straight!" Damien replied. "I give up with you, Dorian." He looked towards you. "It was nice to meet you." He smiled, shaking your hand. "Sorry about my brother." He said, before walking away. 

"Yeah, well, screw you Damien!"

"Dorian?" You asked, watching Damien walk away. "Your Brother is hot."

"Oh, fuck off."