She's crying. Out of all of the places and times I could have met her, it was here. She walked in on something I would have never allowed her to see. Now she's scared of me. She's backed herself into a corner and is crying her eyes out begging me not to hurt her. If only she knew that I would never hurt her. I couldn't. Even if I wanted to, she is the beauty that my eyes can't escape, the cure to my suffering, the compliment of my own personality. This can't be how it goes this time. I've lost her too many times to have the story end now. Like this.
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•30 minutes later earlier•
He was rushing down the street with a phone to his ear. By the furrowed brow and the snarl on his lips, it was clear to anyone passing him that whoever was on the other side of the phone was not in a good place. A walk sign transformed immediately to stop, forcing Hate to halt. This halt, forced a girl with wild curly hair with her head in a book to bump into the back of him. Hate made a quick glance at the girl behind him as she mumbled out an apology. Letting out a growl, he turned back around resuming his phone call. "I told you to have the payment ready for today and to be ready to hand it to me as soon as I got to the building. Now you're telling me that you don't have it. While I'm on the way to retrieve it."
The girl who had bumped into the back of him scoffed. "Wow." She whispered to herself. "You're not even a little bit of a dick. You're the full dick."
The insult only had Hate rolling his eyes to himself as the woman on the other side of the phone attempted to beg, but it was no use. Time had been wasted. Now it was time to go over other options of payment. "I'm almost outside of the building. I'll be in my office in five minutes, I expect to see you there." With that he hung up and slid the phone into the pants of his tailored suit.
The light slowed traffic to stop, allowing Hate to continue on his journey. After a couple of minutes, he stood at the bottom of a tower titled GreCorp, the business he had spent what felt like a lifetime building up. As he entered the building, people scurried to get out of his way- being the powerful man he was, his reputation, along with his name, gave must people the clue to stay out of his way if they had no business with him.
The elevator ride bored him, but what waited in his office seemed to ignite the animal in him. As his assistance opened the door to his office he walked in to a woman in a cheap business suit pacing around. He stood there for a moment and watched, enjoying the fear that was slowly filling her mind.
Clearing his throat, Hate strutted to his desk. The woman, identifiably fearful of Hate, followed his movements before sitting down herself, and taking a deep breath to start on her excuses. Before she could even start, Hate held up a hand. He placed both hands on his desk and leaned over her, "We had a deal. You did not hold up your end. And as you are well aware," he released his power stance and walked around his desk to be even closer to her, "I don't allow my deals to be broken."
She took a big breath of air, trying to keep her tears at bay. "Please. I'm sorry. It's just- my father- and then by the time I realized-"
"Save your breath. I have no interest in it. The issue is now, what are we going to do about you debt?"
Before Hate could get another word out, his assistant came out on the intercom, "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt-"
"What is it Talia."
"You're interview is here. For the assistant position."
"Please excuse me and tell her to wait. And Talia," he glared to the woman sitting in his office, "Code 4."
"Understood sir." With that the intercom was turned off and Hate continued with business. The woman tried to stand but, Hate shoved her back down into the chair. Normally, Hate would be a little more forgiving, but with this certain debt, there was only one way to pay it off. With one's life.
