10/18/22 Attitude
Attitude
You sit in your comfily in your chair behind your large wooden desk. The silence of the room is broken by one of your guards letting a man into your office. The two guards standing on either side of you stare down the man, their eyes never leaving him.
“Do you have the chip?” you ask the man
“Of course I have the chip, who do you think I am? Do you think I would be here if I didn’t have it?” he replies, offended by your question.
“Let’s see it then,” you say calmly, ignoring his rude tone of voice. He pulls it out of his pocket, holding it tightly in his hand and reveals it to you for just a moment before concealing it back in his hand. “Perfect.”
“Money first, then the chip,” the man says, trying to seem tough. You toss him a bag with his payment inside. “Pleasure doing business with you,” he says, grabbing the money and dropping the chip on the table.
You don’t say anything, just smile and nod. As the man turns away from you, you wave your hand in the air. The guards take the signal and shoot him down quickly. His back arches as he draws his last breath before his body falls to the floor with a loud thud. The door guard opens the door, grabs the man's body and drags it away, shutting the door behind him.
“Didn’t like the attitude on that one,” you say as you grab the chip from your desk.
The End
10/18/22
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