Business
as Usual
by Laura Bryannan
The man in the Armani suit
stepped out of the limo, and the movement caught his eye as if an
arrow had flown past.
The bike messenger wove and dodged the
traffic at amazing speed, risking his life in ways the businessmen
found intriguing. He admired expertise in any form. Hopping the curb,
the biker jumped off his ride while still in motion. They were both
headed into the same gleaming tower of steel.
This particular
businessman thought life was worth risking. He was a killer. In his
world of finance, it was kill or be killed, and he was one of the
elite. No one looking at the immaculately dressed man would have
guessed as much, except perhaps for the hair and jewlery. He was the
best at what he did, so no one hassled him about either.
He
allowed the messenger to beat him into the line going through
security, and stepped in behind. Perhaps a little too close. Clothed
in black jeans, two wife beaters and an unzipped gray hoodie, the
messenger's body radiated heat and its own clean scent...the guy was
alive. He had been too, not so long ago.
The messenger turned
to face the man practically breathing down his neck, frankly eyeing
him from head to toe, not trying to hide his distain. The owner of
his own successful business, he lived the life of a free agent and
had no interest in those who slaved for others, no matter
how...different this particular salaryman appeared to be. He stared
the guy down until it was time to present his credentials to
security.
“Package for Ryu Mugen-san,” said the
bike messenger. The guard checked his ID and nodded.
“Takeda
Delivery...okay, you're good. Penthouse, 95th floor. First elevator
bank on the left, then follow the signs.”
The
businessman chuckled. The messenger had been clearly unimpressed at
their first meeting, but he found himself suddenly grateful for his
company's private express elevator, and sprinted to it. He wanted to
make the second impression count.
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The
messenger tried to contain his excitement. Okinawa Development had
its corporate fingers in many pies. If he could land an account here
it would mean a lot of business for his company. When he saw where
the delivery was headed, he'd decided to make the run himself to
pitch the deal.
Handing the package to the receptionist, he
asked to see the managing partner.
“One moment please,”
she replied, picking up the phone. He'd expected to have to cajole
his way in, so her response surprised him. Soon an older woman walked
around the corner.
“Follow me, sir.” The suite
took up the entire floor of the high rise, so they walked for almost
a minute before she knocked on a door.
Corner office, he
noted. Good. Someone important. But when he stepped inside, his heart
sank. It was the guy...from outside. The lame punky hair, the blue
marble earrings. He looked way too young to be sitting in a corner
office of Okinawa Development.
“You!” he
exclaimed. “You're the managing partner?!?”
The
businessman snorted. “This ain't no law firm. We don't have a
managing partner. You wanna talk to the office manager?”
“I
don't understand. I asked to see the managing partner and your
secretary brought me to you.”
“She brought you
cuz I told her to.”
Alarm registered on the messenger's
face for a moment. “Why would you do that?”
“Have
dinner with me,” the businessman demanded. “You want an
account with us, right? You can tell your boss you landed it. Score
you some points.”
The messenger bristled. He desired an
account with this company more than anything, but not if it meant
kissing this one's ass. Goodbye Okinawa Development, he sighed
inwardly.
“My boss doesn't expect me to suck up to
little boys playing in their daddy's suit,” he said, calmly.
“I'll be going now. Thank you for your time.” He turned
on his heel and headed toward the door.
And suddenly found
his way blocked. The guy had been behind his massive mahogany desk,
and yet here he was standing in front of the door, smirking.
“Uh,
what was that about daddy's suit?” he asked, razor-wire in his
voice.
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Had
he misread the guy? He couldn't have! When his secretary told him
Messenger Boy asked for the managing partner, he knew he'd win—the
guy obviously wanted to pitch a contract with the firm—so the
insult was unexpected, but he enjoyed surprises.
“Get
out of my way,” said the bike messenger, his eyes narrowing
dangerously.
“Not till you tell my why you're shooting
yourself in the foot. I'm curious.”
“I'm not
shooting myself in the foot.”
“You came in here to
land a contract with us, and something made you change your mind.
What was it?”
“You.”
The businessman
laughed, surprised again. “Man, you must really have your boss
in your pocket with that attitude.” He opened the door and
reluctantly stepped aside.
The messenger gave him a terse nod
and strode past as the businessman watched. Damn, the guy was as hot
going as he was coming!
Wandering back to his desk, he picked
up the phone. “Li-san, that guy left his card up front, right?
Could you go get it, or tell Yoko-san to bring it back here? And put
a call into Security while you're at it. What can we find out about
him?”
A few minutes later, his secretary brought him
Messenger Boy's business card. It read
Takeda
Delivery
Takeda Jin
President
His
first thought was, Nah, couldn't be! Although it would explain
the snotty attitude.
Knowing what it was like to be dismissed
because of his age—he was the youngest partner in the firm, and
his success caused much consternation among the established power
players—he didn't want to be guilty of the same prejudice.
Maybe Messenger Boy was a big shot in his own little world, after
all.
The businessman leaned back and stretched, then put his
feet up on his desk, trying to imagine what the guy would look like
with his glasses off and his hair down.
to be continued