Delusional

At the butchers

"Alright mate? What can I do for you?" Max lifts up a huge bag of meat and places it on the counter. "I want to sell the beef meat for £6.50 per kilo. What do you say. Deal?" The butcher checks the meat squashes it and smells it. "Very tender hardly any fat on it. And to surprisingly it smells like a really good piece of beef here as well, where's your farm at?" Just before Max could answer the butcher was had already started putting the meat out for £6.50 a kilo. "Alright I'll need your contacts and when I sell the meat 70/30. Deal?" Max nodded. "Deal here his all my details and contacts, I'd prefer if you emailed me for any updates. Oh and if there is a rise in sales you can sell the meet for a much higher price if you want." 

"Excuse me sir, but if I was to buy 30 kilo's of this meat can you order it do me as well, since I live quite a long way from here, and I'll pay you extra if I have too. Because the meat there looks amazing." Max turned slowly around to this young women who looked around mid 20's, short brunette hair and hazel eyes. "Yes, I can deliver it too you, I'll be setting up a website soon for deliveries. It takes a few months to get in some huma... CATTLE to feed and obviously send them off to the slaughter house." Then she got out her pen and paper and wrote where she lived then handed it over too Max. "Alright then let's say 3 months at most to send you your 30 Kilo's worth of meat." 

Max went back to talking to the butcher who had left to look for a storage place for the meat. So he turned back to the customer who was waiting. "So why so much meat if I may ask?" She looked up and stared him right in his dull, cold eyes. "Well we are having a party as to why I really need a lot of meat, beef obviously is the one everyone favours the most, so why not buy the cheapest and the best as well, you know." She looked back down at her phone, when Max had a quick glimpse of her phone, the background look identical to the same kid he killed earlier that same day. She looked up and said "Have you seen my son by any chance? He was meant to come back home at 13:40, but he didn't. Oh unless he might have gone to grandma's" She carried on rambling on and on about her son, about how we was meant to come home at a certain time, Max just smiled and suggested. "He's probably hanging out somewhere... cold." Well in fact the kid was hanging out somewhere cold, in the storage room. "Excuse me, what do you mean cold?" He looked at her with a intimidating glare. "Well it's dark outside probably playing out with his mates you know it's autumn it get's cold around this time. I'm sure there is nothing to worry about, I have a kid myself and he is always playing late at night." He touches her shoulder to show sympathy and comfort when really he is feeling powerful and calm about the situation. "Oh maybe you can stop by sometime at my work house, it would be really delightful, and just maybe I'll give you a discount off the meat if you come help sometime." The butcher came back from the storage room. "Alright your free to leave now sir. Thanks for that meat." Max nodded, then as soon as he walked out someone slammed there against the glass window, smashing it then pulled out a piece of glass out of his skull and dropping then walked passed Max and out of the butchers, Max looked around finding everyone carrying on doing their things and there was no blood everywhere. "You alright sir, you kinda look like you seen a ghost." He just walked out of the butchers and back to his car feeling puzzled, but burst into laughter grabbing a small bottle of whiskey and gulped it down, before driving off erratically.