Back To Black

A New Game

They say, that it's impossible to bake your cake and eat it too. I don't know who said it, someone, somewhere. Although, I do know that whoever said it, didn't think that figure of speech through. There are questions, like why can't I eat the cake, if it's mine? Why can't I have both? If I'm capable of baking the cake and it turns out right, why can't I have it? If you want something, work for it, even take it if you need to because if you don't, someone else will.

I watched as Thomas's eyes got bigger, it was like he was in shock. All he could do was stare at me and impatiently, I leaned against the wall, waiting.

"So, uh.......are you going to say something soon, or do I need to ask someone else?" My words shook him back into reality and I was quickly annoyed.

"I'm sorry, it's....... It's just that, I never would've imagined that someone would ask me about my opinion on the business. If it doesn't come from Mrs. Adler, Fiona, Lucas, Danny or Phillip, than it doesn't count as an opinion."

My ears perked up as Thomas caught my full attention. "What?" I found it ironic how he had just named everyone that lived upstairs in the building..........except for Darla.

Thomas quickly, realized what he had said. "Oh, oh no. I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean that."

Shaking my head, I grabbed a drink off the tray of a server who was walking by. "It's fine, Thomas. Just keep talking.

"No, no. It's fine. I'm uh, actually interested in what you have to say. So, none of you get a say?" Thomas tensed up and his eyes searched the room, nervously. "Hey, look at me. It's okay, you're not going to get in trouble just talk to me."

You could tell Thomas was apprehensive, but the moment I smiled and batted my eyes, his apprehension seemed to melt a little.

"You really sure I can say what I want and not lose my job?" I nodded.

"Yeah. Look, if you don't feel comfortable here, we can talk later. Just text me and I'll give you a place we can meet." Taking a pen from out of his suit jacket, I write my number on his arm, signing it J.D.

"Well, thanks. So, um, do you want to grab a drink at the bar?" I could see his confidence peeking through and I couldn't help, but smile.

"Nope."

Leaving Thomas, I search the crowd for another target and to my liking, I spot a girl at the bar, she looked stressed and as if this club was the last place she wanted to be. Her outfit was formal casual, so I figure she's here for.the business and not just a good time.

Looking at the seats and people around the bar, I can't help but realize that Fiona is no longer around. A smile spreads across my face because I know this is going to be an easy kill, so I approach.