The CEO's Secretary

After Hours

After Hours

"I don't mean to cause stress." Diego reiterated.

Majima in his irritation and impatience put a cigarette in his mouth which you went to light up for him but Diego beat you to it.

"All I'm saying is I'd like to consider some form of partnership in future." Diego further explained while putting his gold lighter back down on the wooden table. "Regardless of whether your building is sold to me or not."

"It won't be sold to ya." Majima corrected. "It's bein' sold to someone else."

"That's perfectly fine, Mr Majima. But your organisation is very well maintained and incredibly blessed with good work ethic. It would bring me great joy to be in collaboration with you."

"Can ya keep up with the Japanese?" Majima teased. "We don't take kindly to strangers."

"So I've heard. That's why I brushed up my Japanese." Diego reasoned. "It takes a lot for a man like me to admit his weakness."

"Then don't admit it." Majima continued to smoke.

"Would you admit a mistake, Mr.Majima?"

"No. Because my leadership works in the interest of my boys and nobody else." Majima explained. "To be a good patriarch, ya gotta know your family."

"And that's why I'm desperate for this collaboration!" Diego praised in admiration. "What a good leader you are!" Proceeding to put his cigar into the glass ashtray, Diego adjusted in his seat. "What are you both doing later?"

"Nothin'."

"Then please meet me and Andreas at my restaurant." Diego offered. "Say 9:00pm?"

Needless to say, Majima wasn't in the mood to entertain. Back at the hotel room you noticed he was slamming doors, sighing, balling his fists. So you perked up some courage.

"Is everything o-ok?" You put your bag down on the table and sat yourself down at the chair.

"I ain't got time to be entertainin' this cunt." Majima sighed in frustration while lighting another cigarette. "I ain't here to play games."

"He only i-i-invited us out." You reasoned gently.

"That ain't the point. He thinks we're sat here, free an' available." Majima viciously smoked, blowing out the smoke just as quick.

"B-b-but we are free & available?"

Majima looked at you with spears for eyes. "No we ain't."

"W-w-w-why not?"

"Because we ain't."

"Well, t-t-that's not a convincing argument."

"Why ain't it? What happened to listenin'?"

You felt yourself get annoyed. "I'm not a c-c-child! I d-don't need to listen to you."

"But I am yer boss. And ya should listen to yer boss."

"You w-w-w-were. Till y-y-yesterday." You crossed your arms and legs.

Majima frowned, surrounded in a mystery of smoke while holding his cigarette. "What?"

"I'm n-n-not stupid. My c-contract ended yesterday. You brought me here s-s-so I wouldn't try and l-leave."

When Majima didn't say anything it only encouraged you to continue pressing.

"S-s-so I-I-I think it's f-f-fair your listen to me."

Majima, when presented with such accusations, decided he wanted to let you take the lead. And the both of you went to this club at exactly 9:00pm sharp.

Wearing a dark red off the shoulder dress, Majima wore a black suit and the both of you went into the club. It wasn't a typical restaurant like the ones you'd seen back home. It was an open roof situation surrounded by luscious palm trees and incredibly thin lights which illuminated the dark and also minimalistic interior. Various people sat at the tables, engaging in quiet conversation.

Andreas saw you and walked straight over. This time wearing a short black shirt that revealed his arms and wrists. He was a man who enjoyed a bit of jewellery. With a glittering pinky ring on his left hand and a very thick gold watch.

Then you saw the smile.

But now the focus was a bit different. Diego was sat at the table, smoking yet another cigar, and wearing a Cuban suit. In front of him on the square table lay empty plates and glasses as he patiently waited for his guests.

Majima sat down and before you could, Diego spoke.

"¿Andreas? ¿Por qué no les enseñas el lugar?"

Andreas nodded before looking at you. "Come with me."

"Where?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I can show you around." Andreas smiled. And up close you could see exactly where the chip in his tooth was. Just a small diamond shaped piece missing which almost gave him a fang.

You looked at Majima who poked back at you. He wasn't going to intervene and he was going to totally let you take your own lead. You were your own type of person especially now so he didn't have any hold on you.

So you followed Andreas through the restaurant, leaving behind Majima & Diego to their own discussion. You were curious, following this man as he tried to show you the restaurant that you had no interest in seeing. Because deep down you were only interested in seeing more of this man.

You had chefs in the kitchen shouting with flame grills going off, all running around in haste to ensure the food was out right. Somehow walking through a narrow door you ended up descending down to what looked like an electric blue night club. People were raving everywhere, women were dancing on table tops half naked and the bar was crowded with people waving euros to try and place an order. It was hot, stuffy and incredibly busy in comparison to upstairs. You knew this was where the money was.

The blue light illuminated little dots that you saw either. Either on the floor, in little packets in peoples hands, on peoples tongues, on every surface. You quickly realised that this place was dealing in ecstasy and with the right crowd. These people were erratic and incredibly intimate with one another.

Andreas just walked through like it was nothing. Clearly he was used to it. You on the other hand found it hard to bump through the crowds of gurning jaws and people with sweaty palms.

Eventually you both ended up at an office which overlooked the entire club from above. The windows were floor or ceiling and in the office lay little to no light due to the electric blue illumination from the main attraction. It was surprisingly quieter.

"So I heard you and Mr.Majima are dating?" Andreas asked, pouring you a drink of something in what looked like an elaborate wine glass.