Mr. Ruthless

Chapter 5

Zander's POV

"So how do you plan we do this?" Bjorn asked as he mindlessly entered my office without a single knock. My first instinct was to reach for my handgun even before I looked away from my laptop.

"No need to shoot me man," He chuckled, "I mean it, put the gun away." He snickered, showing his hands in surrender. I shook my head in disbelieve but withdrew my gun relentless, placing it back in its holster under my desk.

"Knock next time." I grumbled, "or I'll actually shoot you." If this were anyone else, I would have shot him already. I don't stand for this kind of behavior, from no one.

I turned my gaze towards the time display on the bottom of my screen. I sighed, it was way too early in the morning to deal with this kind of stupidity.

"So what's the plan?" Bjorn started, I averted my gaze from the screen once again, my irritation growing by the minute.

"What are you talking about?" I sighed, carefully observing Bjorn as he took the seat in front of me. 

"You've been out of it lately, what's on your mind?" he snickered. I narrowed my eyes, I hated when people prod around in my personal life.

"Nothing that concerns you. Now state your business and leave, I'm working." I demanded.

Bjorn shook his head, "You asked me to come, scemo." I hissed in anger and stood up causing my chair to topple over. 

(Translation: fool)

"Don't feel so free around me Bjorn." I barked angrily. "You may be my friend but I do not tolerate being insulted." His eyes widened in shock but he soon regained his posture.

"I didn't mean anything by it, Sir." I felt my rage evanish, liking the fact that he backed-down his attitude. Though it bothered me that my best friend called me Sir, I didn't comment on it. I was in control, like I should be. I worked for this position and I earned my title.

"I've been busy." I admitted, picking up my chair and sitting down again. I had no memory of calling Bjorn in but if I did it surely slipped my mind.

"I see." He mumbled, still looking down. I ran my hand over my face.

"When did I ask you to come?" I questioned, trying to get rid of the tension I had created by my outburst.

"Exactly a week ago. You said you wanted to get your money back from Braden Venditto." He explained and then it all fell back in place.

"Right." I mumbled, remembering now. Had it really been so long since I had met Eleanor?

Eleanor. Her name left a foreign taste on my lips, it was like an angelic song echoing in my head.

"I know you have a lot on your plate. Matthew, Sebestian and I can handle this on our own-" he proposed, the idea rubbed me wrong. I shook my head.

"No, we'll go when I say so."

"Sir, with all respect but rumors go that he's planning on making a leave, he's spooked since you showed up at his diner." Bjorn voiced. I sighed, no surprise the coward was trying to flee. Not with my money.

"Then remind him of who he owes." Bjorn smiled, liking the idea before leaving the room again.

"And Bjorn," I spoke before he closed the door, my eyes turned towards my laptop again as I waited.

His head popped inside, "Yes Sir?"

"Report back to me," he nodded, "tonight!" I added, calling out to an already closed door.