Amnesia // Harry Hart x Reader

1. If everything could be silent

"You should really think about our offer, Mx. L/N." The man stated from across the desk, "As always, we have your best interests at heart. So, if you were to turn down our offer then.." The boldly dressed man mimicked an explosion with his hands and threw himself back in his chair. His eyes wandered out the window to his side, the tall well-lit building casting light onto the dark street. The moon gleamed on the water across the empty street, surprisingly still, hardly disturbed.

"I understand what you're getting at but you have to see where I'm coming from." You said, "If I were to take your deal then-"
"Deal is such a strong word, makes what we're suggesting to you seem unlawful." He said whilst crossing his arms.
"Fine. Your suggestion seems to be bad for the welfare of my company, workers and, possibly, the economy." You listed.
"But it's not." He began, "If we were to make this suggestion a reality then our profits would be through the roof!"
With a scoff, you got up out of your chair and were shoved back down by two armed men.
"Do they have to be here?" You mumbled, looking between the man across from you and the men behind you, staring daggers down at you.
The man gave a wicked smile, "Only if you turn down the offer."
"That's stupid." You shrugged, "Why would I ever- and I mean ever, say 'Yes.' to a deal so preposterous?"
"I have the money, you have a resources and everyone loves to earn a bit more, don't they?" The sly grin he gave from his chair couldn't have been more fitting for his character.

Waiver Willikson was a 6"2, brown haired man with small strands of silver thrown throughout his lazily coloured hair. He was the farthest thing from charming and could easily be mistaken for a conman- which he was.

'The Offer' was a suggestion made by him since the start of our partnership. The Offer is a certain unlawful set of rules that he wanted to impose at the company you run to make sure he was in charge of everything, and luckily you were smart and quick to realise what to say and do in a situation, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

"What if I sweeten up the offer?" He proposed, "I give you some extra money upfront and 'round every other month for  the complete control of your company, sound fair?"
You sat there, stunned. Like a deer in headlights. Frozen in place, "Sorry- what?"
"I give you extra money right now-"
"I heard you, okay? I'm just having trouble processing this." You stumbled and struggled for words. How could he say this? He knows that your dad started this company and passed it onto you once he was retired, how could he suggest taking your family's hard work and using it for his own personal wrong doings?
"So, you want my company- that, might I add, has been a family heirloom since my dad built it up from scratch, just to use for your own financial gain?" You sunk your head into your hands.
"Pretty much what I said." He leaned forward, sitting up straight and placing his elbows on his desk, "But..it does come with that bonus I mentioned."
"Fuck off." You said, "My father loves this company and there is nothing that'll make me give it up." You stood up and pushed past the men towering over you.

"Fine then." He sighed as his grin fell, "Your funeral.."
He trailed off, eventually standing up and escorting you to the door. He brushed off the men behind you and told them to stay there in his office. "Please think over what I've offered."
"I have thought over it many times." You stated whilst walking to the stairwell, refusing to say another word to this man. As you walked down the stairs and got to the front door Waiver yelled "Think it over!"

You scoffed and walked out to find your taxi. Once in your taxi you told them your address and set off home. While being driven home, you listened to the song on the radio and all the announcements. Nothing much was happening tonight which was just fine. It's nice to know that your city's a safe place for everyone.

Suddenly the taxi stopped as a car sped past, throwing you forward along with the driver. "What the fuck?" The taxi driver sighed, "The youth these days, fuckin' insane."
The two of you continued a lovely conversation about the current state of the country.
Lovely stuff.

When you paid the taxi driver and got into your house you immediately started getting ready for bed.
You flopped down onto your bed and lay there in the darkness. It was all so peaceful.
You began drifting off.

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Monday
29/5/23
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Word Count
820

Took wayyyy too long to write ;-;
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