Tommy shifted slightly behind me, trying not to react.
“Since you don’t do anything else but be in my business.”
Laurent let out a small laugh, but it wasn’t real.
“You always had jokes,” he said.
I shrugged.
“I always had power.”
I leaned forward slightly and got straight to it.
“You put money on my head?”
He looked at me and smirked.
“If I wanted you dead…” he said slowly, setting his glass down, “…you wouldn’t be asking me that question.”
We held eye contact.
He was lying.
But not completely.
That’s what made it interesting.
I leaned back again. “Mm.”
I tapped my glass lightly against the table.
“You got too much confidence for somebody that doesn’t own anything.”
His eyes darkened slightly.
“I own more than you think.”
I tilted my head.
“Yeah? You’re not the only one building something.”
I almost smiled.
“You got more enemies than you think,” he added.
I let out a chuckle. “I know, and you’re trying to gather them up.”
I stood up slowly. I wasn’t going to kill him. This wasn’t that kind of meeting.
I adjusted my jacket, looking down at him. I already knew how this was going to end.
“If I find out it was you… I won’t miss.”
Laurent didn’t respond.
We both understood.
“Now get out of my establishment if you ain’t filling out a job application.”
