Mafia (DNF)

Ten

We arrived to the office, a block away from the apartment building for the employees. It was massive; I wouldn't be surprised if it were more than 80 floors tall.

"Isn't the mafia supposed to be discreet?" I asked, studying the tall black office building.

"Well, Dream's part is negotiating with companies to set up supply, shipping, and distribution of the drugs we import. Some of the higher-ups know that he's involved with the mafia, but to most of his employees and other people, he's just a rich businessman," Nick explained.

"I never knew they were so organized," I mumbled. We walked in, and got in the elevator for the top floor. The entire building smelled new and clean, and the walls looked freshly painted.

Nick noticed me staring. "They renovate often," he stated, then led me down the hall, presumably to Dream's office.

We came to a double door, made of polished wood with a sleek gold handle. There was a lot of gold in this building, I noticed.

Nick knocked on the door. "Dream, it's Nick. I brought your PA."

We heard a quiet, "come in." We opened the door, and Dream was sitting at a large desk facing us, surrounded by papers and folders.

He waved at Nick. "You can wait outside."

Nick raised his eyebrows suspiciously, but didn't question it. On his way out, he pat my shoulder, mumbling, "good luck."

The door closes behind me, and Dream looked up from his desk. He scanned me up and down, and I stiffened a little, uncomfortable.

"Come here," he said, motioning to his desk. I slowly went over, and he grabbed a shopping bag from under him.

"Here, change and see if it fits. You should be coming to work in a dress shirt, but you need a suit for meetings, so I had one sent here. There's an earpiece as well, it's linked to mine and Nick's."

I took the bag, studying it. He pointed to a door at the side of his office, and I nodded.

After closing the door to the room, I studied it. It was a bathroom, but it was ridiculously large for just a sink and toilet. I had enough room to fit a couch, probably.

I changed into the suit, and looked in the mirror, adjusting my earpiece. Damn, I looked professional already. I hadn't worn a suit in years.

I stepped out of the bathroom with my things in the bag. Dream glanced over from his work.

He looked me up and down again, and smiled. "There, much better. Keep it on for now, we're going to a meeting in an hour."

His gaze lingered on me for a little too long, and then he waved me over again.

He handed me a key card. "This is your ID for this building, as well a key to all the rooms you'll need, including your office." He pointed to a door on the other side of the room. "It's connected to mine, and just so you know, you're on 24/7 surveillance. If I feel like it, I can watch you work."

I gulped. "Okay."

Next he handed me a package. It was heavy.

"This is your iPad for daily tasks, and I've included a laptop for your home work with everything you need from the system. They're yours."

I nodded. Geez, Nick wasn't lying when he said he was basically just a rich boss.

"And one last thing," he said, his voice lowering. "Relationships between you and your fellow employees are prohibited. Mostly because it causes unnecessary trouble, and distracts people. If I even hear of you getting close to a worker...."

I took in a shallow breath, and nodded. For some reason, I feel like he did me a favour by leaving his sentence hanging.

"Got it," I replied.

"Great." He sat up, and handed me a folder. "Go get set up in your office, then."