My hand slid across the desk. The black briefcase unscathed.
The boss eyed me now that I was neatly dressed. My hair dry and slicked back, clothes not drenched in rainwater. I probably looked the part of any wealthy business man, I probably looked like I normally did.
"You look good," he finally said, finishing his inspection. "but the files will look even better, no?"
I nodded afirmatively, teeth and gums caging words.
"Speak up! Do you have what I asked for?"
"Yes sir."
He nodded slowly. "Good. Very good."
He shot a sidewards glance at the bodygaurd in the room and I felt the air stiffen. "As for my end of the deal -"
His voice rumbled slow like an approaching storm. I admired it, it was beautiful.
When he'd said all that needed to be said, his grey eyes cut me down to pieces, assessing, analyzing. "I'd like to offer you... more. Your work ethic is impeccable."
I nodded grimly, head hung low. "Sorry sir but I have prior commitments to attend to."
"Hmph. I see."
The bodygaurd stepped down. The boss stood. I followed. Our hands connected in a brief shake, fingers squeezing to assert dominance. I let him win, afraid of what might happen in the instance he didn't.
"Well, it was a pleasure doing buisness with you. I regret the circumstances under which we met, but I am glad to know you."
His laughter was cold, not jovial, and I knew better than to assume it was. "You know how I feel about regret, after all."
The clear threat rung in my head. Memories of the first night we met still clear. The Colt 1911 was vivid in my mind.
I mimicked his laughter, all a buisness pleasantry. "I do indeed. I'll be sure to make every enounter worth your while."
Sly smirks and a pat on the back and then I was sent out. My debt cleared, mind eased.
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Cerita Pendek❝ there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. ❞ - a recollection of the insane, a love story made gore. - © WyntRyans | 2022 [completed | unedited]