Employed by the Big Shot

His place

You silently trot behind him until you're inside the elevator. The receptionists and security gave you a weird look after greeting Mr Spamton, you gave them a weird look back. As the heavy doors shut, you can feel the tension hanging in the air.

"I'm uh..." it's so awkward for you. "Sorry I called you a, um..." you start playing with your hair to soothe yourself. "Thanks for healing me... Again..." you get quieter towards the end. You look over at him. Does he look, regretful?

"DON'T BE. YOU WERE, uGh, [Right On The Money]. LEA5T I COULD DO IS-" he seems like he's really hating this. "[Fixer-Upper Project] ThE DAMAGE I CAUSED. SO, WHAT [Information]                   dO YOU W@NT?"

"Right, right. Uh-" It took you a minute to respond because of how baffling it was to hear your voice coming from someone else, you shook it off and before you could ask anything the doors slide open with a ding.

You chase after him as he starts marching towards the end of the hall. It's the only door, this whole top floor must be one big room apart from the hall. He unlocks the door with a swipe of his hand over the metal plate above the handle. The sensor, in a feminine voice, welcomes Spamton home and asks if he'd like to order the 'usual' from downstairs. As you walk in and he shuts the door behind you, you're greeted by a very fancy office/living room space. Everything is either black or white and there's a few doors on every wall.

"YEAH. MAKE IT DOUBLE. AND-" not that you can see, your too busy taking in your surroundings, he looks you up and down. "SOME GOOD WINE AND A CARE BASK3T."

"Some what? You're not trying to wine and dine me are you?" You wink at him and lightly punch him in the arm. He furrows his brows at you and smooths out his suit where you hit him.

"YOU WISH. DON'T TOUCH THE [High Quality Merchandise] IF Y0U WA NT TO KEEP THOSE HANDS."

You squint at him and roll your eyes. "I want to know why these "difficult customers" owe you money and why you can't get it yourself or have one of your other employees get it." Best to change the subject, you can't stand to listen to any more of his ego.

He walks over to one of the couches in the centre of the room, tosses his suit jacket onto the table and sinks into the pillows. You go to join him, on a different couch, and impatiently tap your foot.

"Well?"

"GOD YOU 'RE ANNOYING CAN't WE EAT FIRST?"

"No way! Answer my questions and I promise not to ask any more, and I'll let you eat in peace, okay?"

"URGHH." He sits up and leans his arms on his legs. "BECAUSE. ITS NOT SOMETHING I C@N LET JUST ANYONE IN ON. IT'5 MORE OF A- SIDE... BUSINESS. AND I'M NOT ABOUT TO DO THE DIRTY WORK, NOT NOW THAT IM 0N TOP  TOP [Top Up On-]. AND IT's ALL PART OF THE BUSINESS MODEL. HAPPY?" He watches you think it over before laying his head down over the back of the sofa.

"Not really. That was super vague."

"WELL THAT S ALL YOURE GETTING [Kitten] SO." He seems to cringe a little at his glitch.