The opportunity
986 Words
BECKER
I flick through my phone, glancing at the time 3pm exactly. Good I like to be on time. The elevator came to a holt on the 65th floor, as the doors opened my men all hurried around me to make sure no threat was present. We stepped into the office of this design company that was highly recommended by an associate. Only the best for the Mafia. I looked around the space, noticing how all the staff were now no longer working but frozen in fear. Good. So they should be if they know what’s good for them.
My reputation clearly is known. That’s the way I like it, as the head of the Maranzano family I need to make sure my reputation is known so other rival families don’t try any bullshit. The heartless one, that’s who I’m known as. Because I don’t let anything phase me. I don’t have a heart. It left me a long time ago. Now I’m a cold blooded, heartless killer. Everybody in this room knows it. Or at-least they should.
As I glance around the room smirking at the reaction to my presence I notice one girl still focusing on her computer, completely unaware of my presence. How dare she. I continue to watch her work without any damn idea of the surrounding environment. Her tongue slightly curled and pressed against her bottom lip as she concentrates on her work. Her brows slightly furrowed, my eyes slowly narrow as the fact she hasn’t noticed my presence starts to irritate me. Is she f*****g stupid? Finally her colleague kicks her, she glances at her colleague confused then looks around the room noticing finally! The environment change. Her eyes eventually meet mine, no sign of recognition in them. She still seems confused. But I can see her studying me, just as I continue to study her. She doesn’t seem frightened, or scared. Just confused and possibly curious? She clearly can’t handle intimidation as she looks away almost instantly as if my stare is too much for her. Oh baby, if you can’t handle my stare just you wait. I find myself slightly intrigued by this pathetic girl. Of course she’s a good looking girl, her auburn hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Her figure. From what I can see, there’s no doubt about it she’s attractive of course. But I see plenty attractive women daily. I f**k them when I want, I don’t have time for that other s**t though. I don’t care for women, I don’t give a s**t about their feelings, or if I hurt them. They’re just good for one thing. De-stressing after a long f*****g day. Women also make you weak. I can’t afford to be weak, not in this job. That’s how our last boss died. He let a woman in, she got taken as she was his weakness. He went blindly after her and got himself along with many good men killed in his stupid love war. f*****g i***t.
My attention is still on this mystery woman. When a man who I’m assuming is the boss comes out his office door. Stammering and tripping over his sentence. I finally look away from the woman to the trembling man. I gesture to his office and walk past him into the room, taking in the space. He follows behind my men, leaving 2 outside to guard the door. I take a seat in the chair opposite the desk, gesturing for him to take a seat in his chair. He nods his bald head and takes a seat. Fumbling with his tie “how can I help?.. if I can help? I’d gladly help if there’s something you need sir.” He blurted out, god I’ve not even opened my mouth yet and he’s already breaking into a cold sweat. I look at him, holding my stare, I bring my hand to my face and rub my stubble, taking my time to speak. Toying with him. I enjoy this reaction from people. I like the fact I scare them. “I want my home redesigned. You come highly recommended.” His eyes widen, he’s scared. So he should be. If he f***s this up I’ll have his head. He swallows nervously. “You want us? To de..design your home?” He stammers “did I not just say that?” I narrow my eyes. “Yes, yes of course sir. I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s not everyday we get someone of your status in our office.” I roll my eyes, flattery never works with me. “Can you do it or not.” Let’s just get to the point. I have s**t to do. He swallows yet again nervously, “of course, would you like to see our portfolios? You can chose a designer, whoever you like. From their portfolio? I want to make sure you get the best of the best. We can even team a few up for you if you’d like to ensure you get the best.” He word vomits, now he’s flicked into business mode. “I’ll pay kindly, and recommend to close allies if you do this correctly and discreetly. If not, I have no issue shooting you and your family. Do we understand each other?” He rubs his hands on his pale grey trousers, struggling for a comeback. Finally after some thought he breaks the silence. “Anything you’d like in particular? Any style your looking for? I can get you the best I promise you that. And as far as discreet, we sign NDA’s with all of our celebrity clientele. Nothing will go past the designers.” I nod my head, standing from my chair I walk to the glass window overlooking the main office, glancing around the space my eyes land on her, she’s working on her computer. Deep in thought again. “I want her.”
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