He glanced at his watch, while he tapped his fingers on his rich brown desk impatiently. The well dressed man leaned back and folded his arms over his chest with an irritated frown on his lips. He let out a frustrated sigh and pushed himself away from his desk. Standing up, he turned around to the window, the city was pleasantly ugly at night, the lights coming from the building at night burned his eyes. Seeing others waste money brought joy to him, he liked watching stupid people empty their pockets for trash. Even though he was the owner of Baphomet Business, he was still greedy, spending only when he absolutely had to. Living and striving for money had made him one of the fat cats, everything was right in his reach, the throne he sat in was made of gold. The lights were off in his office, the moonlight from the window made the shadows dance to a scratchy melody. The far wall with the door was encased in darkness and monsters lurked hungry for children's toes, just like in old folklore tales. It was silent in the room, except the vent that was spewing out cold air, it made a horrible buzzing noise. He had told his secretary to get someone to fit it, what a waste of oxygen she is, he had yet to hear back from her. The man rolled his shoulders and clasped his hands together behind his back. His eyes flickered between the people below the building, they were like tiny ants, easily squashed underneath his black dress shoe. The brown haired man scoffed harshly when he realized his phone was ringing. He retrieved his phone from his pants pocket and answered it.
"Hello," his voice was deep and steady, but from the dim glow you could see his face was scrunched tightly together in anger.
"Look I'm sorry I wasn't able to call earlier. I got into some dirty business with the brothers and they wouldn't let me-"
The man on the other end was cut off by a stern voice, "Lucy," the other man shook with fear, "we had an arrangement. Don't waste my time with your pathetic excuses."
"Atticus please-" Lucy tried to explain.
Bas smashed his thumb into the end call button and looked at the time, it was 2:55, exactly five minutes till three. He hated when lowlifes called him by his first name, it forced him back to when he was a poor, 16 year old loserーpowerless.
