Carl shielded the trash bin from any onlookers, moving his fins out as far as he could. The recepticle was overflowing with garbage and he didn't want any of the clients to see. There weren't any close by. They were boarding the ocean liner away into the building out of view. He was hot and fuming at finding this and made a line straight for the front desk. He walked up to the Moose who just finished with her final client.

"Why is that like that?" He passed a fin back in the direction of the trash recepticle. 

"I'm sorry," she was looking down at her computer and back up with a sour expression. She changed it quickly to a smile. 

"Who is in housekeeping out here. Tell him to clean it up." He had just walked in from outside back from lunch and had saw the trash bin like that in the liner's port entry building. 

"Oh, ok," The Moose said and a kangaroo hopped over next to her behind the desk. 

"Oh Mr Lampert. I'm sorry. Is there a problem?" She asked. 

"Yeah, I want that trash bin cleaned up." 

"Who's on housekeeping out here? Send him to my office when he gets done," he finished. 

"Ok. Sure," She smiled at him. 

He turned away and went to the elvator swiping his access card and took it up to the next floor and swiped in to the employee walkway. It was air conditioned thankfully as he was heated from the ordeal and it was much hotter outside. He swiped in finally at the office midship on the top level and went past a few others at their desks in the offices. Then he stoppd at Tiara's desk, the ship's hospitality manager, but she wasn't there. Proactive, at least that was good. 

He went to his own temporary desk and sat down there with a sigh. 

"Uh oh. Who got fired now?" Avery, the polar bear asked, looking up from her laptop. 

She was dressed in a flowery yellow short dress that was tight on her without being too unprofessional, but who was going to complain since she was the head of HR. 

"I wish we could find good help," he complained. 

"You need to stop firing so many of them. You know you've got that reputation of that boss," She continued. 

He wasn't paying attention to her but was looking at his desk making sure it was neat and had little on it. He had his bag in the drawer but otherwise everything remained neat. Only his laptop was on his desk. Closed. He opened it and sent off an email to Tiara to have the front port entry housekeeper meet him in his office. 

"You know, I could handle it, talk to Tiara, whatever it is," Avery continued. 

He looked up from his email he just sent then back down closing his laptop, "Sure."

"Maybe conference me in and we can talk about it," Avery added. 

He knew Tiara enough and had hired her. At least she gave it her best effort. But they'd gotten seven complaints and he was the head over housekeeping at corporate so decided to come by and check on things. He couldn't stay over on the week long trip to really go through things as his family couldn't join him. He packed up his laptop in his bag, feeling less steamed which for a sea bass, was much better. 

He dreaded going out into the heat but he braved it heading out for the gym complex. He plopped his bag down by the side of the net off the court and took out his tennis racket. Davin was already there and warming up. The human and he had been playing tennis partners for a while. He'd been the conveinient one to select and they usually came to the gym at the roughly the same times. 

"How's your day?" Carl spoke. 

"Fine. We had an artist come and sketch us the other day," Davin responded. 

"Fine fine. That sounds fun," He wasn't really paying attention to Davin's conversation. He didn't know much about the church he said he was from or what he did. Only that he talked about some mess here or there and that was where the sea bass tuned him out because he didn't like thinking about him. At least Davin didn't sound like he liked messes either. 

"First to ten, then," Carl suggested. 

"Yeah, sounds good," Davin responded. 

They played and the Sea bass won barely. The human was sweating good. Carl merely was dried out, being scaly. He looked for a usual text from his wife that she was home and about thoughts on dinner. He didn't see it and excused himself with the usual quick goodbyes. He went with his bag and showered and then changed to go for a swim. He sunk into his second home and slid amongst the waters outshining any of the furry types or other humans that were about in the pool. Only a half fish kid kept up with him. He thought about his three year old son. He'd have to go swimming with them sometime. He changed into something casual and headed home. 

His wife was immediately there as he came in and immediately set him off to think something was up. She wasn't usually right there. His three year old son was and wrapped his paws and foot fins around his leg. Willow kissed him on his snout. She was dressed in a white no sleeve top and dark blue jeans. It stood out from her dark gorilla fur. He picked up his son Lincoln and held him. He was in a shirt and shorts. His gorilla upper was sleek as was his fishy lower. He liked that. He wasn't sure how it'd turn out with their mixing but was pleasantly surprised nature took a good course. 

He looked over to the left into the living room and on the loveseat was his daughter Trace, "Hi." 

"Hi," she said back not taking her eyes away from her cell phone. 

He took his bag into the hall closet and put this neatly away. He joined them in the living room. 

"I ordered some take out," Willow said. 

"That's fine," he said sitting down between his wife and three year old. He looked around for their son Harper not surprised he wasn't there but expecting him to at least make a quick appearance to talk about food. 

"Where's Harper?" 

"Oh," his wife started and his daughter looked up from her cell phone. 

Something was definitely up. 

"He's starting some schoolwork," Willow reported. 

"Well ok," he spoke looking up the stairs behind the couch. 

"How was your day," his wife continued. 

"Oh you know. I'm surprised these people want their jobs with how much crap they don't want to do," He told her looking back at them. 

"That bad hunh," she said. 

They talked for a while about the weather and neighbors. The food came and his wife got up to answer the door. Carl took the opportunity to pass her by and mount the stairs to ascend up in front of his son's room. He knocked on the keep out sign on the door and opened it. Inside he stood still as his son was scrambling to clean up and put away a mess of books and clothes. The heat returned and he exploded. 

"You'd better not come downstairs until you have it cleaned up." 

He slammed the door and went to the top of the stairs. His wife was looking up at him and the delivery fur a mouse was trying not to look like he heard anything. His wife went back to signing the receipt and the fish hung his head. He didn't want the delivery person to hear that. He realized he couldn't just fire his own son.