Tainted

11

~Sebastian~

It's excuses after excuses. Always somebody else's problem. Somebody else's mistake. That's the problem. No one is willing to accept responsibility for the issue at hand. The issue at hand is people are fucking stupid. I have things I should be doing on this rainy Monday morning. There are people who aren't following through on their contracts, sales I need to put through, I need to check in on other parts of my other businesses. But no. Here I am. Sat at the far end of a far too big table and there's arguing and bickering over pointless crap and I have had enough.

I stand up, shifting papers around on the desk as the room falls into a terrifying silence.

"Who's in charge of stocks and shares?" Everyone looks to the end of the table. I point. He nods. I lift my finger once. He stands. In one movement I tug my gun from the pack of my pants point and pull the trigger, leaving the sound to echo through the room as the corpse at the end of the table thuds to the floor. "I am not looking for excuses as to why there was a drop in my profits this quarter. This company has multimillion dollar customers that I worked damn hard to bring on board. All you idiots have to do is keep them spending money here instead of anywhere else. I don't care how you fucking do it-" I glance down at the table, Poppy's name flashing across my screen. I lay my gun down and answer. "Pip?"

"I- uh- Hi." I furrow my brow slightly. She's out of breath. "Sorry. Maybe I should have text first. Are you busy?"

"For you I'm not. Just give me a second though okay?"

"Sure." I pull the phone back, muting the call so she can't hear a thing. "I expect to see the next quarter fixes this problem otherwise I'll be hiring an entire leadership team and I'll have 12 funerals in one week and I do not have time for that. Do I make myself clear?" The room nods, grumbles in agreement. "Get him out of here. I don't want a single stain in this room when I'm back." I stuff my gun back into its place and unmute my call, turning my attention back to Poppy. "Sorry. I'm all yours beautiful. What can I do for you?"

"I have a few questions." I pressed the button for the lift, biting my tongue so I didn't smile. She was actually thinking about it.

"Ask away."

"You said just on paper. Why?"

"Because if we rushed through with a wedding, people would think your pregnant and rumours would start to fly about what happened when we didn't have a child at the end of the year."

"Okay. Fair enough."

"I'm just getting in a lift Pip. I might break up. Carry on though."

"Okay. Um - If I agreed. I want my own room. That locks from the inside and a no questions asked account."

"You'll have to explain that one Pip."

"A bank account or credit card I can use freely without you looking at the individual transactions and questioning it." I leaned back against the lift wall. "Sebastian? Are you there?"

"I'm here Pip."

"Did you hear me?"

"I did."

"Then why aren't you answering?" I smiled, laying my head back as I fought my laugh.

"Because I don't intend on looking at anything your buying Poppy. If you want something darling, you can buy it. I don't care what you're spending our money on. But if you want one account specifically, I'll get you one set up. The bedroom isn't a problem." She's silent a moment and I can hear pen scratching on paper. "Anything else?"

"Yes. I want to know how much my father sells me for." I stood up straight.

"Don't say that."

"Say wha-"