the song for this chapter is "The Joker," by Steve Miller Band :)
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Harry
I woke up to the shrill and unpleasant sound of Leonardo's ringtone belting throughout my room, just like I knew his voice would as soon as I answered the call.
It was just starting to get light outside, meaning it must have still been early in the morning, and my tired eyes snapped open upon hearing the first piercing chime of the phone, my hand quickly reaching over to grab the phone, my body quickly sliding out of the bed and carrying me into the bathroom so I didn't wake Finley, who was still sound asleep.
I quickly shut the door behind me and answered the phone, pressing it up to my ear and whispering out a scratchy and irritated greeting.
"Yes, Leonardo?" I hummed impatiently
His voice boomed through the phone ten times louder than usual as he spoke.
"I need someone dead. I don't care who, I just would feel a lot better knowing that someone has a bullet to their skull or a knife slashed across their neck," he rattled out, sounding agitated and a bit frantic, which woke me up a bit more.
"Woah, woah, woah, slow the fuck down, Leo. Let's take about ten steps back, geez, are you hammered or something?" I winced at the volume of his voice.
"No, but that's not a bad idea at this point," he scoffed, completely unamused, and even through the phone, I could hear the sound of his feet pacing around whatever room he was in.
"Why do you want someone dead? You know I have no problem making that happen, but I'd at least like to know who and why," I carried on, trying to get him to stop blabbering out nonsense and get to the fucking point already.
I pulled the phone away from my ear for a second and nearly groaned at the time.
Six forty-five in the morning. Wonderful.
"I'll tell you why. I woke up this morning to make a transfer to one of our clients, and I had to take a second look at some of our numbers because something didn't look right. And do you know what I found?" He asked, his voice rising in pitch and I could practically see the vein popping out of his neck as he spoke through the phone.
I sighed, reaching up a hand to pinch at the bridge of my nose.
"No, Leo, I don't. What did you find?" I muttered, indulging in whatever stupid back and forth he seemed to want to achieve right now.
"I found out that we are missing 3.5 million dollars, Harry. Three-point fucking five million dollars," he spoke through what sounded like gritted teeth.
My eyes widened slightly, but in all honestly, I still wasn't too concerned.
"No offense, Leo, but, that hardly makes a fucking dent in our revenue," I laughed softly, not getting why he was so upset over something that was basically like pocket change in his world.
"Styles, you're missing the whole fucking point! It's not the amount of money, it's that it's even missing at all! I'd be just as panicked if one cent went unaccounted for because I know for a fact that I didn't authorize it!" He elaborated, his already thin patience growing more spread out by the second, and I feared it might snap if I breathed too hard.
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