Walking through the brightly lit corridor the man looked utterly annoyed, he was on his way to meet a client and for some reason they wanted to meet in person.

  Man: “What is the point of this, I mean come on!” he grumbled “This could of been arranged online like most of my jobs, it’s such a pain meeting these rich assholes in person, always yapping on and on about the most useless crap”

  The maid escorting him stared back in annoyance, prompting him to seal his lips. He pinched his thumb and index finger together and dragged them across his lips, like a zipper, to emphasise his silence.

  She did not look impressed by his antics, he shrugged and followed in silence, the maid lead him to a door at the end of the corridor, the entrance had double doors and had gold outlines and symbols engraved into it, The mansions entrance had the same design as well as some other doors in the building, but most had silver engravings instead of gold, he figured the gold signified the rooms importance.

  The maid grabbed the handles, twisted them and then pushed open the doors. The doors opened up to a lavishly decorated room, and situated in the center was a giant oak desk, sitting at the desk was a man in his 60s pouring over some documents.

  Maid: “Sir” she bowed respectfully “Mr Track has arrived at your request” she said still bowing.

  Rich Man: “Thank you Miranda, you may leave” he said, he was focused on the documents sitting on his desk so he didn’t even look up when dismissing her.

  The maid, Miranda, shot him one last dirty look before exiting the room, he noted her diligence as she closed the doors behind her, barely making a sound to ensure she wouldn’t disturb her employer.

  Rich Man: “Please, have a seat” he said, looking up from the documents and indicating to the chair in front of his desk, he did as the man suggested and sat down, the chair was quite comfortable but sank lower than he liked.

  He patiently waited for the man to speak again but when that didn’t happen he broke the silence instead.

  Mr Track: “Mr Bishen, about the jo-” Mr Bishen held out a finger to stop him from talking”

  Mr Bishen: “It’s rude to interrupt someone's work, please be patient I won’t be long” the man said calmly.

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  He clenched his teeth and stared at him in annoyance before taking on a disinterested expression and slumping into the comfortable chair, leaning his cheek against his hand and his arm against the chair.

  After a few minutes Mr Bishen finished whatever it was he was doing and addressed Mr Track.

  Mr Bishen: “You are aware of the job I want you to do”

  Mr Track: “Yea, you want me to grab some rival family’s kid, right?”

  Mr Bishen: “That is correct” he pulled out a silver briefcase from a drawer and then slid it across the desk “inside the case is the necessary information, you may keep the case” he said casually

  Mr Track: “Cool, now let’s discuss payment”

  Mr Bishen stared at him in slight confusion “I believe the payment was stated in the message I had sent to you was it not?”

  Mr Track: “Oh it was”

  Mr Bishen: “Then there is no reason to fur-” he was cut off before he could finish his sentence because Mr Track had held up his finger to silence him.

  Mr Track: “It’s rude to interrupt someone when they are talking” he said smugly, wagging his finger “The payment was clearly defined by you, but that’s for the package, you asked me to come out here, which can I say is quite far from my residence, and then wasted my time so you could do whatever it was you were doing, those two actions are worth-” he paused, thinking carefully “$1000” he said casually

  Mr Bishen: “T-That’s Outrageous!” he stammered “I won’t pay it”

  Mr Track: “Then we can’t do business I’m afraid… oh man it would really be a shame if the police heard about this” he said threateningly

  Mr Bishen stared at him in annoyance “Fine” he finally said “I’ll make sure it’s added to your payment”

  Mr Track: “Awesome thanks” he said jumping up from the chair and grabbing the case “Nice doing business with ya!” He said as he opened the doors, waiting outside was the same maid from before, she bowed to him and then escorted him out of the mansion.

  He sat at his desk, contemplating his situation. He was quite annoyed at having to pay an extra $1000 for such a small and insignificant reason but he had already agreed to the deal so he couldn’t go back on it now. After thinking for some time he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a black laptop, turning it on he made the necessary arrangements to create an open contract and then posted it on the black market. He couldn’t go back on the deal but if someone else completed the contract then the deal with Mr Track would become null, of course the extra $1000 really wasn’t a big deal to him, but the disrespect and attitude Mr Track had shown could not be ignored, if someone else completes the job then he gets to pay less, if Mr Track still completes the job then this situation would no doubt make things troublesome for him, He smirked in satisfaction while imagining Mr Track dealing with competition.