Look Into My Eyes... Now Die For Me

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

You stand before the counter, a serious expression on your face. It is not a stern one, but one that often made ladies look at you with dew in their eyes. You are not sure what this 'look' is called, but Jake had labelled it as the dark, mysterious but charming look.

It must work with the male species too, or the man across you at the other side of the counter must be sexually orientated towards his same gender, for he is staring at you with the same dew-eye look.

"Excuse me, but let me repeat. Is there any way I might be able to meet Dom Ritchoff at the moment?" You clear your throat in an abrupt manner, jerking the man back to reality. Face flushed slightly red, and he mumbles a short excuse for his behaviour before eyes dart quickly to the monitor hidden behind the counter.

"Do you have an appointment made, Mr...." He trails off, prompting for you to insert your name.

"He said we would meet between the hours." You lean in, as if keeping a secret. His eyes widens with disbelief, and fingers begin to fly on the keyboard, wide-eyed wonder in the man's eyes. Considering that he works for Dom, you are surprised that the man still has emotions. Dom Ritchoff's employees should have long been numbed to the daily inflow of strange visitors.

"Mister K." He makes his statement sound like a question of confirmation and you see the subtle CCTV turning to train its focus on you. You give a small wave to it with no smile, knowing that Dom is watching you, studying you from his small television in his office upstairs.

"Business, or discussion?" The man at the counter enquires, and you think about it for a moment.

"Both."

He nods and types in a few more things into the computer. You are used to having Dom as your main black market contact and while Dom has many customers, you often think that you are treated with slightly more favourably for the good deals shared between the both of you and your impressing him during your first encounter. Of course, the man has never failed to remain at awe about your ability to make anyone listen and often advised you to reach out higher, to get and do more than what you already have at the moment.

"Dom will be meeting you at Floor 48 Meeting Room A. It will be the first door on your left from the lift."

You thank the receptionist and left on your way, hoping that there will be no more disruptions until you meet Dom. The man is kind enough to give you his time on such a short notice, and you had promised that his time would not be wasted. Of course, you know the blueprint in your bag will greatly earn his forgiveness, and your business discussion with him surely requires for Dom to be happy and trusting of you.

The lift bell rings clearly through the silence of your lift ride, and you look up the panel to check the floor number. It is at 38, and you scrunch your brow. You don't remember pressing 38 at all. You know the meeting is on the 48th floor. You write it down as your mind losing control and press the button ten floors up. When the lift stops a second time, you check the panel two times to make sure that you have the right number.

You find the meeting room easily, where Dom is already waiting with two flutes of champagne on the table, one of which is presumably reserved for you. He looks up at the sound of the door opening, and a sincere smile spreads across his face. Dom has a perfect face suitable for business, and that innocent quality to his face never fails to strike awe in you. You have always been placed under the dark, mysterious and dangerous man section, and while that had gotten you a number of willing victims, the innocent quality to Dom's face is something you wish you can afford in some situations. There is just something about his innocent face that makes people want to trust their lives to him.