Chris!
“Ray! Ray! Emergency!” Chris, my roommate, burst in, sweat soaking his shirt. He gasped for air against the doorframe.
“What?”
“The shop!”
“What about my shop?”
“The whole district! They’ve bought up all the land, forcing every shop to close!” Someone had shut down my shop? The one I paid $3721.45 a year to rent, the one I’d spent $5476.75 refurbishing?
“What?! Who the hell bought it?”
“Dimitri.”
“Who?” Chris rolled his eyes, as if I should know every person on earth.
“The CEO of High and Wide.” Great. Another money-grubbing asshole.
“So he thinks he can just throw cash around and ruin people’s livelihoods. I’m going to find him.”
“What?! What can you even do?”
“Give him a black eye or two. A broken nose, maybe. Nothing serious.”
“Are you crazy? He can sue you! He has billions, and you…”
“I have a hatred for rich assholes who steal jobs from innocent people. And he closed down the shop I poured my heart and money into!”
“He can sue you till you’re broke.”
“If it gets those people their jobs back, I don’t mind living on a bridge, wearing the same underwear for a month without washing.”
“That’s disgusting.” Chris glared at me. At least I don’t put ketchup on my Fruit Loops.
“Like you’re any better. Don’t prepare my dinner tonight.”
“Why? Wait…don’t tell me you’re serious about going after him?” He tried to pull me back.
“Does it look like I’m joking? Bye.” I grabbed my helmet, keys, and the bag of marshmallows from the dining table. “I’m taking the marshmallows!”
“Noooo! Leave my babies alone!”
“Too bad! Buy another!” He screamed in frustration as I raced towards the lift. The doors slammed shut before he could stop me. Haha. Sucker.
Time to find this money-fucking bastard.
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I took off my helmet. The lobby was opulent. I approached the front desk, addressing a well-dressed woman.
“Hi. Can I speak to Dimitri?”
“May I know who you are, sir?” She smiled politely.
“I’m a friend.” I was kidding myself. I was wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt. I’d have to play this the hard way.
I cracked my knuckles, stretched my neck, and stared into the woman’s eyes, pulling my sleeves up slightly, flexing my muscles. “It’s a bit hot in here, don’t you think? Could you take me to Dimitri now? I don't want him to think I just had sex.”
She nodded slowly, mesmerized. Her pupils dilated.
“This way, please. Take the lift to the 50th floor. His office is up there.”
“Thank you. You look gorgeous, by the way.” I winked, and her cheeks flushed as she scurried away, cupping her face. She was cute, but… I don’t swing that way. Sorry to all women on earth. It’s always dicks before chicks for me.
The lift doors opened onto two massive wooden doors. Fucking hell. I could buy a new plasma TV and an L-shaped sofa with the money those doors would fetch. I knocked firmly on the polished wood, and they opened automatically. Okay, let’s change the TV and sofa to a nine-day holiday in New Zealand.
Fuck my life… I wonder how much each door costs.
“Five thousand each.” A deep voice sounded, sending a shiver down my spine. Had I said that out loud?
“Who are you and what do you want? I don’t usually entertain people like you, but since you managed to fool my employees, I’ll hear what you have to say.”
Fuck my life… he’s fucking hot. Broad shoulders, rich olive-brown eyes. He looked safe, comfortable. Wait, what am I thinking? He's a bastard who steals jobs.
“Are you Dimitri?”
“The one and only. So, what do you want?” He smirked, leaning back in his leather chair. Fucking arrogant.
“I want my shop back, and everyone else’s shop back.”
“Your shop?”
“The one you shut down by buying up the land.”
“Oh. That land. Oh dear, I can’t.”
“What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?”
“What do I get if I return your shop? Free sex? I don’t mind.”
“You nut!” I grabbed a handful of marshmallows from the bag I’d been carrying and threw them at him. Fucking pervert.
“It’s bad to waste food, you know. You shouldn’t throw food like that.” His irritating voice made me want to bash his face in despite his looks.
I stomped towards the lift, while he smirked, putting his legs up on the desk. “My answer is no, by the way. Hope to see you next time.”
I glared at him one last time, then slammed into the lift, pressing the button to close the doors immediately. Who even wants to see a bastard like him for a second? Definitely not me.
I hate him… he made me waste my bag of marshmallows.