“Oh what was that? I can’t hear you, you’ll need to speak up.”
Mikado had them cornered now, in a back room and away from prying eyes. They had something of his, a package that had been stolen from one of his couriers and the trail had lead him here. Sure he should have let someone else take the job for him, but where was the fun in simply staying home and waiting for results?
’I figured you were grounded, or should I say an all too engrained man,’ Hit too hard on the head with his sense of entitlement, that was more like it. He scoffs but lets the transaction finish without any hazard to the minor who had just but approached his section.
as if he’s do any of the sort, that was. Messy! Bland, and. Well, he didn’t all care for messes, no! He just liked taking what wasn’t his in the first place. ‘Have you got backup for this scheme of yours, young sir?’ He wants to ask more on it but that falls, short-lived and without much prior warning. And if he hadn’t, was the pretext. ‘How about it?’
Sure, he looked like a planner but that was all overrated! Plans were to be meddled with, mangled before they surfaced and took flight.
That was all there was to it. ‘What is it you could be looking for this late, pray if I may ask?’
’This isn’t like you.’ He grips onto the younger gentleman’s wrists, shoulders hitching to stay cautious. Their shift was nearly over, he was hardly in anyplace to take demands.
But was he still on the clock.