I don't know what's going on (Bonten x F!reader)

4

The tension in the air shifted into something serious and tense, but it didn't affect me much since I'm quite used to this. Kokonoi cleared his throat and began to speak, this time standing beside the boss.

"Okay, let's not waste time here since we all have tight schedules—"

Oh boy, he doesn't have to lie like that.

"You'll be handling some of the transfers across countries, some in Asia and some in Europe. The exact countries will be listed in the papers. You'll also be managing negotiations in these countries with our partners. In return, you'll get 15% of the money for yourself. The remaining 85% will go into operational costs, logistics, and any unforeseen expenses during the transfer process. The rest will be used to secure the deals and keep everything under the radar."

Kokonoi paused slightly, glancing away from the small stack of papers in his hand to see if the client had any questions. The client shifted in his ill-fitting suit.

"I, uh, I know you said the exact countries would be mentioned on the papers, but can I know how many countries in total?"

Kakucho, who sat beside Sanzu, was the one to answer. "In total, it would be nine countries- five in Asia and four in Europe."

Kokonoi noticed the client nodding, then proceeded to name the countries he'd be transferring the goods to and negotiating deals in. The client seemed nervous to ask which countries exactly, so Kokonoi spelled it out.

"The countries are China, India, South Korea, Vietnam, Russia, Germany, Portugal, Italy, and Bosnia. Let's move on, yeah?"

Wow, his sassy tone is back.

I zoned out a bit after that. They were discussing transferring drugs and making deals. The chubby man was obviously trying to keep a cool and nonchalant act but was failing miserably, clearly nervous about the weight of the responsibility and the intimidating presence of Mikey, who just sat there like a predator waiting for his prey.

Food sounds really good right now, and I actually want to go downstairs, listen to the music, and dance a bit.

I snapped back to reality as I noticed Mikey moving in his seat.

He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, hands intertwined. "Do everything smoothly, and you won't have any targets on your back. If, which I hope will not happen, you mess things up, you are on your own. We are only giving you the tools; you do the work."

The client gulped in fear. Mikey's voice was sharp and cold, leaving no room for negotiation. Everything about him screamed danger, making it clear that the client had no choice but to agree. He nodded.

"Oh, and just to clarify," Kokonoi added quickly, as if it were a mere afterthought, "we get the money you receive from the partners as well—same deal: 15% to you, 85% to cover everything else, You know the drill, blah, blah, blah."

The client nodded nervously, clearly overwhelmed by the conditions and the casual way they were being delivered.

Kokonoi glanced at Mikey, waiting for a signal to continue. Mikey gave a small nod, and Kokonoi resumed speaking with a slightly satisfied tone. "Well, that would be all," he said, gesturing toward the stack of papers in his hand. "You'll find all the detailed information here."

Kokonoi's smirk widened, clearly pleased to be wrapping up the deal and anticipating the future profits. The smirk wasn't lost on the client, who seemed to shrink under the weight of the papers he would soon receive, knowing there was no turning back now.

"We're glad we could make this deal without any intervention and that things went smoothly. As a celebration, we'd like to offer you a chance to enjoy the club tonight. There are women you can choose from for the evening, if you understand what I mean," Kokonoi said, winking at the client as he handed him the papers.