"Sir?"
"Yes what is it?"
"We've received a new contract that requires your attention."
Allen shifted his gaze to the man holding the large envelope and gestured that he pass it over.
Quickly he did so and left the office.
Allen's desk was neatly kept and placing the items he was tending to beforehand away, his focus was on the large yellow envelope. Picking up his sharp letter opener he cut through the slit and put it back on the desk.
Tipping it downward a small folded piece of paper fell onto the wood. Allen cocked an eyebrow and folded it open. Reading the typed words an intrigued smile twitched on his lips. Folding it back up and into his pocket, Allen stood from the desk and picked up his suit jacket, slipping it on.
"Lauren, hold my calls this evening I will be back within an hour or so." Allen informed his personal receptionist. She complied with a nod and went back to typing on her computer.
Pulling the car keys out of his other pocket, a small beep sound told him the door to his new BMW was open and slipped inside to the comfy leather. He loved the smell of the leather and feel, but was nothing in comparison to the feel of a new contract, moreover the completion of it with skillful success.
The drive wasn't far until he pulled up to a large strip club. Parking the car he walked inside and towards the back.
"Employees or staff only." The tall dark man's voice towered over and stopped him from going any further.
"I'm here to see Hammell. Important business."
The man gave a questioning glare but gestured with a tip of his head that he goes on through. Walking past the 'private' area and the changing room for the 'performers', careful that he didn't touch anything, he reached the managers door and knocked.
"Come in!" the drunken voice bellowed out.
Allen twisted the doorknob and walked in, "Hammell." He greeted.
"Allen! Good to see you!"
"Not a mutual feeling Hammell."
The man laughed which was more a wheeze; Hammell was lounge back behind his desk in the swivel chair. The man's beer gut was barely contained by his cheap suits buttons. Partial bald with a receding hair line in his light blond hair, a goatee and shades, anyone would think Hammell walked out of a disgusting porno... or was the owner of a strip club. He reeked of booze which numerous empty glasses sat around his 'desk' used more so for sex or snorting substances off than business use.
Allen exhaled his nostrils, hoping to push away the foul odor, "I've received a contract, one that told me to come here would you believe."
"Oh yes, yes!" Hammell swiveled his chair to the side to stand, "Oh uh-.. can I offer you a drink?"
"Form those glasses? I think not."
"Oh I only have the best glasses saved for you Allen." Hammell laughed.
The noise annoyed Allen to no end just like this whole place, but business between the two had run for a long time. Working in the shadows it was an attractive business for Allen's... hobby and job. It was a mutual grounding with connections allowing information and help that has been of great benefit to both parties involved.
"The client is in the private area, though he would get a dance first." Hammell informed whilst pouring another drink for himself, the ice clinking in the cup.
Allen rolled his eyes and reluctantly he sat in the chair beside the door.
I'll have to burn this suit.... or have it washed multiple times.
