Dance of Affliction (GxG)

It's Just Business

»»-----¤-----««Mallory's Pov»»-----¤-----««

She's definitely something out of the ordinary, I have to admit.

I stare at the ceiling of my black Range Rover Velar as I hang up the phone, while Bethany sits beside me.

"Boss, are you sure you don't want to sue—" she questions, her tone full of concern.

I reply shortly, "Yes, I'm sure Bethany. It's fine." 

I'm almost impressed by how easily she managed to vandalize my Bentley. I wouldn't be surprised if she had experience in vandalizing cars and other petty crimes. I can't help but take a twisted pleasure in it. She went out of her way to savagely vandalize my car and that level of commitment is really attractive to me. My car pulls up and I step out with Bethany. It's late at night, but that's when most of my business transactions happen. So this isn't anything new to me. We enter the building, pushing the heavy doors open as my feet lead me over the marble floor. I can feel the coolness of the stone beneath my shoes, and I can see my reflection in its shiny surface. I take a deep breath preparing myself for what I'm about to face. Bethany opens the doors to the meeting room for me letting me walk in and immediately I'm met with the glances of other individuals that are here for business and nothing else.

""Mallory, is something up? You're never this late," one of them says. I sit down, leaning back in my seat as I shrug casually and light up a cigarette.

"My apologies, an unforeseen incident occurred. I had to fix that first before making my way over here." I reply dryly not an ounce of emotion.

The man stares at me for a moment before shaking his head and leaning back in his chair. "Very well."

"Alright, give it to me gentlemen what do we have?" I shoot a glance to the men at the table seeing them look at one another. "Nothing?" I add in an eerily calm tone before someone speaks up.

"Actually Fedorov, we wanted to talk about Franky's death."

Oh for fuck sakes.

"Yeah tragic, very tragic," I sigh exasperatedly, rolling my eyes with disinterest.

"Fedorov, we need to find this—"

"We sure as hell don't. Whoever killed Franky probably had damn good reason to. That fucker was a complete moron and sex-starved pervert - he didn't do anything productive in my business but pollute the air." I respond resolutely.

"Fedorov the man was murdered!"

"I'm well aware, my hearing works." I snap back in a calm condescending tone. "I'm not going to waste a single breath grieving someone who doesn't deserve it. Not one second of my time, not one ounce of my energy." I state firmly once more. I can feel my eyebrow twitching with annoyance as the room gradually starts to get rowdier.

"Fedorov!"

"This is unacceptable!"

"Vile!"

They all grow louder simultaneously, to my left and right, and my patience is running thin. I slowly shove my chair back and walk around the table towards the loud individuals that are yipping and yapping like there's no tomorrow. I stand next to the one that started it and look at him.

"Hmm, your request is audacious. You want me to devote my precious time to mourning someone? How very presumptuous of you." I say serenely. "Tell me, would you rather have some tea and biscuits? Maybe a stuffed animal? Since you all want to play house so badly and care so deeply about someone you didn't even knew on a second base level." Without hesitation, I grab the back of his head and smash it down on the surface of the table, restraining him firmly while I reach out to Bethany with my free hand.