A middle aged man carrying a brief case made his way into an elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. As the elevator made its way to the top floor the man began to sweat a little. He rubbed his palms together. He took a deep breath. The elevator stopped at the top floor, and the doors opened. He pushed the door close button and inserted a key into a key hole and turned it, then hits the top floor button again, and the elevator began to move once more. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. The man stepped out, more sure of himself with every step.
The floor this man got out on was one big office. In this office, all over the walls, there were shelves and shelves of books. In the middle of the office, there was a large desk. The man walked up to the desk, leaned over, and started to talk to the person sitting at the desk.
The man swallowed hard and waited for the one behind the desk to react. The person behind the desk grabbed the man by the arm, pulled him closer, and whispered in his ear. The man nodded, and walked away.
After the man left, the person in the chair picked up the phone and made a few calls.
Later that day, a meeting took place. The white female sitting at the head of the table, stood up and brought the meeting to order.
“The Butcher isn’t happy about what’s been going on the past couple of months. The cops have gotten too close. We have lost too many people in our corporation. The Butcher has asked that I come here and fix the problems. I have called this meeting with all the department heads so we can get things done and done right. We have lost a lot in the last few months, and who is to blame?
Each of you will have to pick up the slack, sell more drugs, and kill anyone who gets in our way. Marshall and Andrew got sloppy and made mistakes, and the police took advantage of it. You will not make the same mistakes.
The Butcher is going to start cracking down on every one of you. I was also told to set an example of what will happen should any of you screw up.”
The young lady pulled out a semi-automatic pistol and pointed it at the person at the table who was highest in command, smiled and shot him in the head. She loved the terror on all the others’ faces.
“Now you see how serious The Butcher is. Get to work, all of you, and someone clean up this mess, NOW!”
Everyone left except for the two men standing behind the young woman. She turned and whispered to one of the men. Then man nodded, then left through the open door.
She turned and began to walk around the room, talking to no one in particular. “Why am I surrounded by stupid people? I mean, how hard is it to do what you’re told to do?”
She suddenly stopped and turned to the man by the door. “I need you to kill the detectives that are messing everything up, and don’t come back until it’s done. Take whatever you need. Just get it done. I’m tired of them messing everything up.”
The man smiled and nodded. “It will be done.”
Sophia was at the police station just finishing up the last of the paper work on the Marshall case. She sat back in her chair and rubbed her temples. She gingerly got up, stretched the kinks out, and turned in all the paperwork.
She got in her car and headed down to the local hang-out. She walked in, took a seat at the bar, ordered a drink, then sat back and tried to relax. The bartender handed her the drink and she moved to a seat in the corner, not wanting to be disturbed. She sipped on her drink as she watched the other people around her.
She noticed a man at the bar watching her. She paid no heed to it, and continued to try and relax. As soon as her glass was empty, the waitress placed another drink on her table.
“Compliments from the gentleman over there at the bar,” said the waitress.
She then pointed him out to her and then left to help other customers. Sophia gave him a nod and a smile then went back to sipping her drink. He kept looking at her, and after a few minutes, he decided to take things into his own hands.
“Hey, do you always drink alone, or is it just tonight?”
She jumped, startled by the man. “Um, what did you say?”
He laughed. “I was asking if you always drink alone. So, do you?”
She gave the gentleman a confused look. “Do I what?”
“Always drink alone.”
She looked down, not wanting him to see her blush. “Sorry, yeah I do. Most of the time, anyway.”
“May I sit?”
“Oh sorry, yes. Please sit.”
The man chuckled and winked, sitting across the table from her, he offered Sophia his hand. “Hi, I’m Jack.”
“Hi Jack, I’m Sophia,” she took his hand in a firm handshake.
“Nice handshake, tells me a lot about you.”
She smirked at him. “Oh really, so what did it tell you about me?”
“Well, you are a strong woman, someone who doesn’t take crap from anyone. You do what you want no matter what others think. You have had your fair share of pain in your life, and because of that you are a much stronger woman.”
He finished what he was saying, and watched for her expression and a response.
Sophia blushed and smiled again, taking a sip of her drink.
“So I’m right?”
Sophia scowled. “I’m going to let you think whatever you want, but yeah, you are pretty close.”
They both talk and laugh together for the rest of the night.
“I’m sorry Jack, it’s getting late, and I have work in the morning so we are going to have to call it a night. I had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you.”
“You are most welcome, Sophia. I had a good time as well.” He took out a pen, scribbled something on a napkin, and handed it to her. “My number. Give me a call sometime.”
Sophia took a napkin, wrote her number on it, and handed it to Jack. He smiled and slipped the napkin into his pocket.
“Allow me the pleasure of walking you to your car.”
She smiled and nodded. “I’d like that. Thank you.”
They grabbed their coats and headed out the door. They continued to talk as they made their way to her car.
“Well, this is my car. Again, I had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Will I be able to see you again?”
Sophia smiled coyly. “We’ll see.”
She got into her car and drove off towards home.