"STOP."
The limo skids practically sideways onto a curb and stops. The driver knows better than to ask questions, follow orders and don't speak unless spoken to. They don't want to loose this job, the pay is amazing and it's easy enough. Plus the bragging rights that came with driving around the most powerful man in cyber city only make the sweet gig sweeter.
"B@CK up A TAD. RoLL DOWN THE WIND0W. SHUT OFF ThE ENGINE. IN THAT ORDER."
"Yes, sir."
Spamton leans out the window and watches the scene. What peeked his interest was the easily recognisable addisons laughter followed by a whack. He's not about to pass up on seeing his ex-friends get dunked on. He was surprised to see three of them already down and lightner. You skilfully avoided every attack and on their turn you, with one hand behind your back and a grin, smacked the last Addison around the head. He went down like a lead balloon. You, the lightner, wipe the sweat from your brow with a slight smile and a huff.
"Easy."
Spamton was impressed to say the least, Addisons aren't the easiest to fight with. He raises a brow as the lightner kneels down and checks every pocket of the fallen foes. The smile fades when you find nothing.
"Goddamn. I'm starving. You useless waste of tim-"
You say kicking the Addison in the side repeatedly. Sighing, you look up and freeze.
"Ah- s-shit."
Eyes wide, you start slowly walking backwards from the limo. Spamton takes the hint and gets out of the car, reaching out a hand over the top of the Addison pile.
"HEY THERE. SEEM5 YOU ALREADY KNOW WHO I AM. DONT [Worried About So4ring Energy Prices?], I'm NOT GO1NG TO REPORT YOU, SO WIPE TH@T LOOK OFF YOUR FACE."
You stop backing up and eye the salesman up and down, clearly unsure and confused. Reluctantly you put one foot in front of the other and take his hand. You don't know why he's shaking your hand, but no good can come from disobeying this man, especially since he caught you beating people up and robbing them red handed. He has a firm, professional handshake. As soon as you can, you snatch your hand back.
"What do want?" You ask trying to sound firm, while avoiding eye contact.
"EHAHAHA, I WANT T0 [Thank You For Your Order] YOU REALLY DID A NUMBER ON THOSE [$!\¥?']."
"You're glad I..? Nevermind. You're welcome? Can I go now? I really need to-"
He steps over the heap and grabs your shoulder, you flinch as goosebumps cover your body. His hands are freezing on your bare skin.
"[Don't Touch That Remote] YET! AS A THANK YOU F0R SHOWING THOSE LOWLIFE [>$!\*] WHAT KARMA L00KS LIKE, I'D LIKE TO OFFER A [D E A L]"
"W-what kind of deal? As you can see I don't have any money, or anything to offer really."
YOU ARE READING
Employed by the Big Shot
RomanceInstead of reader taking Spamton in he takes you in. In return for meals and a place to stay you must work for him. You're stubborn and rude and so is he to begin with. Shenanigans and time together turn the employee/boss relationship into more of a...
