Tag: human au

Just Good Business.

sabrethepirate:

mighty-megatron:

The clerk nervously flits through his files and nods yes, pointing to the elevator. Top floor.

Mr. Lowell sits at his desk and checks his watch. They should be here any minute. He scoffs and glares at the door, putting on that predatory grin of his when it opens.

“Gentlemen, welcome to my establishment. Have a seat.”

“Thank you, and good afternoon.” He said, nodding. He took a seat and grinned a bit, giving a rather charming look from his eyes, even if the scar from one was present. “I am not sure we have met before, have we?“ He said, his hands clasped on Max’s desk.

"Not formally, unfortunately. Though I have sampled your work from afar…” He brings out a pistol from under his desk, turning it over and studying it critically. “And I must say… it isn’t bad. But you aren’t here to talk shop.” The pistol gets set on the desk and his gaze returns to the man leaning on his desk.

“You’re here because I hear that you plan on expanding your business into my territory.”

~☾

He was chained to a chair because they knew he could get out of rope and handcuffs. On the opposite side of the room, his assistant had broken in to rescue him, but behind him stood 10 gunmen.

The look she gave him was unbearably apologetic. The guns started going off.

Max started awake, running a hand through his hair and trying to control his breathing. He was alone in his bedroom. Fumbling in the dark, he grabs for his cellphone, hovering over Cecilia’s speed dial… No. Nothing was wrong. No one knew. They were safe.

He sets the phone back down and sits on the side of the bed, staring into the dark. The only light comes from his digital clock and a tiny vial of luminescent purple. 3:00 am and he wasn’t getting back to sleep any time soon.

He slips into his gym for a late-night work out, leaving his room completely black.

☎: ✘ ☄

Drunk call: “Cecilia. …No. This isn’t you, is it. Damn.“

Scars:

He curses inwardly. His bandages needed changing. “Excuse me, I seem to have spilled coffee on myself.” There were advantages to blind employees: they asked less questions.

Lost: “I don’t suppose that dog of yours can track…"

♬ :D

He hated company parties, but it was a necessary evil to keep his staff relaxed. Cecilia made him stay for at least an hour each time, and he usually spent it standing by the bar with a scotch in hand, watching everyone mingle rather than joining in himself.

Queen started playing and even the boss tapped his foot to the beat, unaware of his assistant’s mischievous grin. She pushes him out into the dancers despite his protests and he bumps into a young man he’s sure he’s never seen before. Everyone crowds around the pair of them, cheering the dour CEO on until he’s forced to concede.

He isn’t terrible, but no one will ever delete those videos from their phones.

Catching up

All too often, business required the CEO to travel to his offices across the country. Though he had plants in Nevada and Ohio, distribution offices peppered the states, and it seemed that something was going wrong with at least one of them at all times. Most of the time, things could be settled with a phone call or email, but it was occasionally necessary for Max to be there in person. This was one such occasion.

He hadn’t been to Detroit in a long while. They rarely needed his personal help here, but this was one of those rare moments. Max had initially been annoyed at the dent in his schedule… but after double-checking a forwarding address, he put up very little resistance. 

After business had been taken care of, he found himself at a suburban address, standing before the modest house with a familiar semi truck parked at its side. Heh. Cecilia stands by the car, watching the street for any suspicious activity. Max walks up to the door, hesitating for what seemed like an eternity before getting up the resolve to knock.

the-chaos-bringer:

mighty-megatron:

*He glares at the horned man after eyeing the vial for a few moments before shoving itl away from him. Not here, not now.*

Yes, you can. I will not allow the members of my company as much access to your poison as I permit myself.

*pushes the vial back into the man’s hands* And what of Cecilia?

*Have an even sharper glare before he pockets the vial.*

Experience has proven that I can’t keep her from you. But then again, I have never let what I can’t do stop me.

the-chaos-bringer replied to your post: Now now, Max, don’t be so /sour./ You and I are business partners, no?
*fishes a flash of violet liquid from his coat, holding it out for the man* Of course. I cannot help it, however, if they come to /me./

*He glares at the horned man after eyeing the vial for a few moments before shoving itl away from him. Not here, not now.*

Yes, you can. I will not allow the members of my company as much access to your poison as I permit myself.