DARK LONDON NIGHTS // sully from top boy

14 - well played

London

Sept. 29th

Nora was sitting on an old armchair in an empty with only two couches and a table. In front of her on the couch were two men, the man with the scar and the other one. To be more precise,  the man she had kicked the kebab box into his face and the man she had knocked out with a metal bar as part of her escape attempt. The best conditions for a peaceful conversation.

Sully stood to her left.

The musty smell of old wallpaper, cold concrete and clouds of weed and tobacco were in the air, the concrete floor was not tiled, but covered in dirt and dust. A bare light bulb hung from the ceiling, sparsely illuminating the room and casting menacing shadows on the faces of the men sitting in front of it.

Suspicious and hostile glances burned at her.

But Nora's plan was simple:

She had a work colleague at the law firm, Heath. He'd had a crush on her since she'd started working there, and everyone knew it. He had already tried to flirt with her, but Nora had tried to ignore it vehemently at first, then she had turned him down. For her that had been an easy decision, because she had very high demands in men. Heath definitely could not meet them, apart from the fact that Nora would only get involved in a serious and and long-term relationship.

But Heath Miller was from a very wealthy family of lawyers.

Nora knew if she met up with him and told him how much she needed the money, he would give it to her. Because at the end of the day, he was a really arrogant man. He was that kind of man who only needed to be told the right thing to have him on the hook. Self-absorbed, perpetually single and not the best at emotional intelligence - if Nora pushed the right buttons, she knew he would dance to her tune.
She just had to play the weak, poor woman, who desperately needed the heroic help of a strong man and boom, she would have her money.

So - the perfect plan.

After she had explained the plan to Sully and he had led her up the stairs to the others, she sat down and now looked into two grim faces. Actually three, but Sully wasn't looking directly at her, he was staring grimly into the distance.

Great.

"That's the only way you'll get your money back", Nora came to the end of her story and looked around.

After a brief pause, the man with the scar leaned forward and sighed reluctantly.

"How do we know she's not fucking with us, bruv. That bitch has been throwing shit at me, kicking me, insulting me, and I don't trust her" the said disapprovingly to Sully.

"She should just give us the fucking money, she must have it. She's a fucking lawyer".

Nora boiled inside as the man he spat the word bitch at her disdainfully, but she tried to pull herself together and not let on. It was essential that she functioned in a team with them, or at least gave them that impression. Even if they were all stupid idiots.

"I don't have your money", she said in a calm, motherly voice, even forcing herself to smile placatingly.

"I've fucking seen where you work. Don't fuck with me", the man with the scar hissed, his eyes flashing.

Keep calm.

Nora had to resist the urge to stand up and hurl all the food she could reach within 5 meters into that asshole's face again.

But she remained calm.

"Listen, it doesn't work like that. I'm a young lawyer, I don't have the rank to rake in a lot of money. I'm just climbing the ladder and I'm still working my way up to my superiors, hoping to get a promotion soon", Nora asserted in a calm voice, giving both men sitting on the couch a smile that was a little too big and perhaps a little provocative.