You're Mine. | DARK ROMANCE | Levi x Eren

03: 'You're hired.'

Monday, April 1st.

Levi seethed with frustration as he sat in the sleek, modern meeting room in Austria, cursing his boss under his breath. Shitty Brows, as he fondly referred to him, had once again disrupted his plans, summoning him across the entire damn state with no regard for Levi's personal life or priorities.

Taking a deep breath, Levi forced himself to calm down, steeling his resolve to navigate the meeting with professionalism and tact. But behind his composed exterior, a simmering fury burned, fueled by the injustice of being yanked away from his personal pursuits once again. If Shitty Brows thought he could push Levi around like a pawn in his corporate game, he had another thing coming.

"So, Mr. Ackerman, why should we accept this deal? Fifteen kilograms hardly seems substantial." Mr. Williams said, his sweat-drenched hair clinging uncomfortably to his bulbous scalp.

Levi fixed Mr. Williams with a steely gaze, his jaw clenched in barely contained frustration as he listened to the man's hesitations. Sweat dripped down Williams' forehead, his discomfort palpable in the stifling atmosphere of the meeting room. Levi resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the man's obvious unease, inwardly labeling him a fat fucking pig.

"Mr. Williams," Levi began, his voice smooth and controlled despite the seething anger bubbling beneath the surface. "I included fifteen kilograms as a gesture of goodwill. Think of it as a preview of what we can offer. Once we've built some trust, my boss will ensure you get the bigger orders. And guess what? The next shipment is already on its way, just for you and your clients." His words dripped with confidence and persuasion, each syllable carefully crafted to sway the man's wavering resolve.

Levi watched as Mr. Williams mulled over his proposition, his beady eyes darting back and forth as he weighed the potential risks and rewards. Levi leaned back in his chair, exuding an air of effortless authority as he awaited the man's response.

"Consider this, Mr. Williams," Levi continued, his tone smooth and calculated. "We're offering a range of products here—heroin in all its forms: injections, powder, even the highly sought-after Black Tar Heroin. If you're still unsure about accepting, that's fine. But remember, my next client is waiting for the same shipment. Delaying your decision could mean waiting another two weeks for a chance like this to come around again."

Levi's words hung in the air, the weight of his implication settling over the room like a heavy fog. He watched with satisfaction as Mr. Williams's resolve wavered, the man visibly swayed by Levi's strategic manipulation. It was a delicate dance of power and persuasion, and Levi was determined to come out on top.

Levi gritted his teeth as he shook Mr. Williams's sweaty hand, a facade of professionalism masking his inner revulsion. Suppressing a grimace, he maintained eye contact with the man, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as they sealed their agreement with a firm shake. As they parted ways, Levi fought back the overwhelming urge to drag the repulsive man to a damn slaughterhouse, his mind seething with disgust.

Once outside the meeting room, Petra joined Levi, handing him a bottle of alcohol to cleanse his hands. "How did it go?" she asked. Levi accepted it gratefully, squirting a generous amount onto his palms to rid himself of the lingering sensation of Mr. Williams's germs.

"Good, we've got a deal. Get the shipment ready. It's heroin of all types, even the Black Tar." Levi replied briskly, his tone betraying none of the disgust simmering beneath the surface. Petra nodded in understanding and opened her iPad to get started, her efficiency a welcome distraction from the repulsive encounter they'd just endured.

"For when and where?" Petra asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. Levi smirked in response. "As soon as possible, and make sure it's near a slaughterhouse." he replied cryptically. She paused, clearly puzzled by his response, but Levi didn't stick around to explain.