Floor 16 || Lights Out || Self Para
He scowled at the man on his phone.
Did he think Luis had all day? The exchange of drugs and money was supposed to take seconds -- minutes at most. They'd made an appointment and they were supposed to stick to it. How long had Luis known this man? Two years. Two years where Luis himself had to deliver to the man himself because he was paranoid and vain to the point that no one but Luis could know about his addiction.
Two years ago he'd wondered what the business man told his coworkers about Luis. Had he been labeled a relative? A friend? A drug addict himself? That would've explained the looks of judgment the other employees gave him (or maybe that was due to an unfortunate incident where Luis'd flipped the bird at one of the lower ranking employees).
Regardless, the point was, that Luis'd worked with this man for over a year, he would have thought by now they'd come to an understanding, where Luis came in and they made the exchange in gruff silence before he left.
He cleared his throat, pulling himself into an upright position, his arms on the desk now. "If you're not to busy chatting on your phone, we have some business to attend to. Or do you not want your fucking--"
The man spit out a quick excuse and hung up. "The next time you try something like that I'll--"
They didn't even flicker before turning off completely. Darkness was silencing and the suit was thoroughly silenced. It was satisfying to have someone be shut up by something so simple as darkness. Only a small gut part of Luis wished the lights would have waited just long enough so the other man could have finished his threat.
A cold voice came over the loudspeaker and monotonous and robotic the sheep were ordered to their pen -- the basement. And just like sheep, compliant and willing the suits began their relocation to the basement.
The man sidled up beside Luis, cowardly now that he wasn't so sure of his surroundings. That, was definitely not for Luis, "what? You think you can treat me like a servant and then fucking ask me to babysit you?" Luis pulled away from the man, disgusted. Two years of business down the drain, but Luis would call it more of a blessing than a curse. It didn't matter so much that he'd been losing business to Winona, if he never had to see this businessman again, he'd be happy. "After all that," he gestured with a thumb into the office, "you can find someone else to take care of your sorry ass."
His jaw dropped like a fish only to close back up, as he pointed his nose to the sky. Haughty little prick. Luis watched his retreating back for a moment only to turn in the opposite direction. Against the current and inbound towards the darkened depths of the sixteenth floor. It was just that the whole situation was against Luis' principles. Kings didn't follow orders, let alone a King after absolute power. Like the Sun King, Luis'd decided only he could decide what he would do.
And that was not following orders, blindly bleating like sheep.
