win or lose

not a piece of cake, boss.

WC; 569

Running his fingers through his hair, Hugh kicked back on his chair. He adjusted his feet onto his dirty desk that was filled with books, old food and pens.

The bell of the front glass door rang, signaling that a 'customer' came in. It was his boss, Tom.

Tom was hard to deal with, he always got what he pleased. Everyone had to do the dirty work for him, he never did anything alone. Hugh secretly loathed this guy but he never told anyone.

Manners were important; especially when you wanna keep a job so Hugh always sealed his mouth shut.

Hugh sat up, adjusting his posture and he looked down at his desk- it looked very unprofessional. He tightened his lips into a straight line as he used his forearm to wipe everything off his desk. He didn't honestly care; but he knew Tom did.

Tom slapped a file onto his desk with a straight face and with his hands on his hips. "Find this dumbfuck." Was all Tom said, his voice not changing into any other tone than a dry flat one.

Hugh opened up the file, the name of today was Taron Egerton. The file said he was a twenty-eight year old lad from Wales.

What did he do, Hugh thought to himself.

He raised his eyebrows as he read the entire thing.

Taron stole fifteen million dollars from a mobster. But, he gave it to people in need.

Hugh smiled, he can't be that bad. That was actually quite generous of the guy Hugh thought.

"Hey, Tom-
Boss, sorry. Well, he can't be that bad, he gave money to people in need. He's like fuckin' Robin Hood." Hugh spoke out truthfully, he was rooting for this guy if he was going to be honest.

"Yeah?" Was all Tom said,

"Yeah!" Hugh exclaimed.

"Well, this dumbfuck also took this guy's money, teasing him by sending him postcards of his fuckin' vacations in Paris, and the fuckin' Bahamas!" Tom spoke louder, as he clenched his teeth in anger. His blood was boiling.

Hugh snorted, putting the back of his hand over his mouth. He tried to not laugh infront of his boss, he wanted this position. He wanted the money.

Then, a lightbulb went off in his head.

"Cut the shit for a minute, how much?" Hugh asked, kicking back on his chair as he crossed his arms- getting comfy.

"The fuck you mean how much?" Tom glared at Hugh as he spoke.

"How fuckin' much you payin' me? I'm going out of my way in Wales to fetch this guy's ass. This ain't a piece of cake. I'm doin' the dirty work? That's fine, as long as I get my fuckin' money." Hugh spoke calmly but firmly. He didn't want to be the knock around guy, he wanted to be taken seriously for once in his life.

Tom sucked on his tooth, thinking for a moment before sighing. "Twenty grand."

Hugh shook his head, pushing his luck he spoke out. "Hundred grand." Hugh was confident.

Tom's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth as he looked at Hugh.

The taller male just smirked, he knew how to push his luck so he just sat back and watch the facial expressions on his boss change like it was no big deal to him.

Tom sighed and nodded, "fine.."

''Deal." Hugh nodded and shook Tom's hand.