He bends his head in respect as he greets. His men do the same thing.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. The pretentious greetings is not necessary. He is older than me with a couple of years I can read the disdain in his eyes. He feels entitled, proud... that won’t get him very far.
I have stepped on men like him for less, for just even a disrespectful look I could have you in the ground within the blink of an eye. There has to be penance to pay for disrespect, so that the other men watching learn their place.
“To what do i owe the pleasure of this unplanned visit?” I ask.
“Sorry to drop by unannounced boss. It’s just that there’s serious business we need to discuss.” He says.
As he talks he fidgets.
His eyes straying from one corner to the other.
His men are just like him. From t
