My boss continued to look at the man with his wrinkled nose. “We don’t take military clients. Not our specialty.”
I nodded. “That’s what I told him, sir.”
“You should send him to Hobbs across town.”
The man pulled the piece of paper back out of his pocket. He held it in between two of his scarred, gloved fingers before he said, “she did.”
My boss nodded. “Good. Hobbs’ll take great care of you. She works with a Mr. Canley. Good people. You’ll be taken care of.”
The man in the mask nodded. “’Preciate it.”
My attention volleyed between the two of them before I focused back on my boss. “You needed something, sir?”
He drew in a short breath, like he was pulled out of his own trance. “Yes. I need you in here. Come.”
I smiled up at the masked man as I slipped out from behind my desk. “I hope that your day gets better. And seriously, go see Mrs. Hobbs. She’ll be able to help.”
I quickly slipped past my boss to get into the room where they were holding their quarterly financial board meeting.
He probably wanted me to take the minutes or some shit like that.
I swear, I need to go to law school.
5
GHOST
Fuck her boss.
I watched her walk off into the meeting room, her eyes looking down at the floor. The man that held the door for her towered over her, and he shot me a look before nodding his head.
“If you wish to wait, I’m sure there’s other law firms she forgot to tell you about,” he said, as if he were relating to me in some way. “We’ll get you set up with someone that can help. Thank you for your service.”
So he listened in on our conversation.
Interesting.
I nodded. “I’ll do that, thanks.”
The man went to close the door. “Shouldn’t be too long. I’ll send her back out when we’re done with her.”
I snarled under my mask as the door clicked closed. When we’re done with her. I didn’t even like the way the rat bastard strung his fucking words together. However, I’d bought myself some time to wait, and seeing as there was no chair for me to wait in, I figured I’d look around. Get a good layout of the place.
My eyes landed on cameras.
When I saw one, I clocked others. Not so obviously, of course. If you were looking for cameras, you had to make it look good. Staring directly into a camera and nodding is basically ‘camera counting 101,’ and we didn’t need rookie shit wrapped up in all of this.
I made it all the way to the top floor with a gut reaction that paid off.
I needed to make it work for us.
I coughed a bit into my mask as I turned. When a light blinked, I whipped my head, and counted camera number two. The first camera I clocked had a little pinpointed red light right by the lens, most likely to tell everyone that the camera was operating and recording as normal. The second camera that blinked in my purview had the same unblinking little red light.
And now, I understood why red was the accent color of this executive floor.
The pinhole lights from the cameras blended right into the golden red and black look of the place. It was gaudy, for sure, but the cameras were well placed. I slowly clocked four of those fuckers, and that was just in this main hallway. There was an offshoot hallway behind me that led to other offices, no doubt, and I’d put money on the fact that it was lined with these damned things, too.
I wonder…
