Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

All according to Plan

My smile was poisonous as I ripped open the doors to the chaos of a club that I would open today. Everyone inside stopped dead in their tracks, staring at me with eyes wide of fear. I let my gaze sweep over all of the workers until I locked onto their boss. "I heard there was trouble?", my quiet voice could be heard just as well as if I'd yelled at them. I took my time, as I walked towards the poor man.
He wore a white shirt and a colourful tie. With jeans... Well that wouldn't have been so bad, if it wasn't for the bright green trainers. I didn't let myself down to snort. His hair started to become grey, even though he couldn't have been older than thirty-five. I'd never compare anyone to my age. For obvious reasons.
"What kind of trouble are we looking at, Mr...?", I asked the man. "Fidge, sir. No problems.", he stumbled over the words. "Well then, Mr. Fidge, we'll keep it at that, won't we?" He just nodded enthusiastically, the sweatdrops from his forehead almost landing on my shoe. I nodded at him and turned away. Slowly I headed towards my future office. Through the VIP part that was reserved for... let's say VERY special guests, up a staircase and there it was. I opened the door. My colleague sat there, glancing out of the window that offered a grande view of the inside of the club from atop. "How'd you do that? They never listen to me the way they do to you...", he turned around and sighed. "Well Deric, I just have that kind of aura.", I grinned. "Seems like it. And it is very frustrating for your rivals. I'm glad I'm on your side.", Deric snickered. I just smiled and looked down at the Firefly, where workers hushed around, as our dear Mr. Fidge shouted order after order. "I need to leave now, Nate sooo... See ya tomorrow, right?" I raised a hand to signal that I'd heard him. My eyes were fixated on the fuzz downstairs.
It was just what I wanted. I never got anything less. I had my methods of getting what I wanted. And if someone turned against me, they got what they deserved.
A few minutes of staring at the work getting done, my phone started buzzing so I picked up. "Nate! You gotta help me! It's Deric! There's someone after me! Please!" I smiled and pressed him away. It was his fault after all... Sold away Information about this Club. Tsk... He had it coming.
I turned my eyes back to the workers. Perfect. Everything was going just as planned.