Handled

Chapter Twenty-Three

I twirled in the swivel chair for the tenth time. 

So much for work starting at 9, it was 9:17 am and this man still was not in his office. 

I'd played five rounds of candy crush before just spinning in circles in the large office chair in the middle of the medium sized office. 

Nothing was on the walls, only a small window that looked out onto the city of the corner office, that let a small stream of light shine through. 

It did little for the darkness that encased the room, since I'd made sure the lights were off. 

I sighed, rubbing agitatedly at my temple where pain was thrumming. My whole body actually felt kind of shitty, and my nose was a little tender. 

A problem I did not want to think about right now. 

I heard the sound of heavy footsteps, heading this way.

I quickly twirled the seat around, facing the back wall and listened quietly. 

The door opened and the lights shined on, before I heard the door click shut. 

I turned then, watching in amusement as the blond man froze at the sight of me, sitting behind his desk. 

I tapped my fingers lightly against his desk, watching as his blue eyes widened comically, "who are you?" he asked, unsure. 

I smiled, "that isn't important. Whats important, Dennis, is that you listen to me very closely, or else this is going to be unpleasant for the both of us."

He paled, "y-you can't be here, I'm calling security" he said, before taking the first step towards me, where his phone sat beside me, unplugged. 

I smiled brighter, making him pause, "you could, but I paid them a sick amount of money to beat the shit out of you if they come up here" I shrugged, watching him fully panic now, "I would enjoy that, but I doubt you would" I smirked, as he stood speechless. 

He was a solid size, a bit taller than me, with wide shoulders that thinned down his frame. I'd even say he was cute, he wore a large shirt, but I could still see the outline of strong arms and a tight core. 

Fighting him was out of the question, without a bat or a taser. 

So hopefully he didn't call my bluff about security. 

"What did you want?" he whispered, his eyes watching me nervously. 

"Awesome question, Dennis. I want to keep you out of jail, or dead in a ditch" I answered, leaning back into his chair. 

He really paled then, "I-I haven't done anything!" 

I shrug, "maybe, but I hear you're the person who does all the work in this investment branch, right?" he stood stock still, as I slid a piece of paper across his desk for him to see, "so do you want to tell me what fake fucking account this is?" I asked, watching him peer down at the paper, a baffled and confused expression on his face. 

Dennis was the head of the investment branch here at Silos' company. 

He picked up the paper, dropping his bag to the floor, as his eyes ran over the information. 

I watched him closely. 

His whole face clouded in confusion as he looked up at me, "thats not an account from this department. I know all of them and this is not one of ours" he stated. 

"Why does that sheet of paper say that it is?"

"Because it is collecting money as an investment should, but it isn't one of ours. The account numbers don't fall under our pattern, all our accounts start with 0009, this one is 0121" he shakes his head confused, "but it does state that it is running under our department" he muttered, studying the paper. "This doesn't make sense" he added, looking more and more confused.