TECHNOBLADE
I exhaled, a cloud of smoke rising to the ceiling. I tapped my finger impatiently, still waiting for Wilbur to arrive.
Suddenly, the door knob started to shake violently, and I heard Wilbur groan from outside the room.
"You have the key," I called over to him, bringing the cigarette back to my lips. He spent some time fumbling through his keys, and eventually, shoved the door open.
"Took you long enough," I scoffed, and pressed the cigarette into an ashtray.
"Their security is ridiculous," he sighed, falling onto the couch opposite me. "It took me ten minutes to convince the secretary to hand the message to Dream directly."
"That's not ridiculous, that's reasonable. You complain when I keep my doors locked, as if that isn't the bare minimum of security."
"You have a good shot, you don't need locked doors," he retorted, pouring himself a glass of my wine.
"That's expensive," I told him. "Don't drink it all."
"You owe me after this," he replied. I observed his messy hair, and unbuttoned shirt.
"You look homeless," I commented.
He shot a side glare at me. "You don't pay me to look good, and not everyone has time to dress themselves up like royalty."
He was referring to my rather eye-catching burgundy suit and tie, over a white dress shirt. "This is just professional. No one takes you seriously for a reason." He rolled his eyes.
"So, you mentioned something about his private assistant? Why?" Wilbur asked, taking a sip from his glass.
"He has a tendency to forcefully drag any boy he's attracted to, into his work," I yawned, stretching. "And I have a feeling "George" is no exception."
"What are you gonna do? Blackmail him?" He asked incredulously. "That seems a little low, even for you."
"It's a good opportunity," I told him. "I'll wait until they get closer, and then take him. After a couple of cuts and bruises, I'll send him a picture, and he'll do anything I want."
"You're insane," Wilbur muttered. "He'll get you back a hundred times worse."
"We'll see," I replied. "Only time will tell. Maybe he'll even get fired by then, and it'll all be for nothing."
I stood up, and downed the rest of my wine. I slammed it down onto the coffee table, and Wilbur jumped.
"We have work to do. Dream's company won't sabotage itself, after all."
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Mafia (DNF)
Fanfic24 year old programmer, George, has no idea what he's in for when he stumbles into a tall blonde man on the streets. He apologizes and goes about his day normally. That night, on his way home, he's dragged out of the comfort of his life and into a w...
