Untitled Phantom Drabble 01.
Summary: Phantom has doubts about letting Callie and her abilities to take over his business when the time comes.
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“And what would I have to do?” Phantom’s newest possible prospect asked. The young man’s knee was shaking rapidly.
Phantom tilted his head and gave a charismatic smile. “All you have to do is sign a contract, son.” he insisted.
“There is really nothing that you want i-in return?”
The underground’s lord smiled. “Only a small thing. What I will gain in this treaty is nothing in comparison from what you will.”
CRASH.
Phantom turned his head towards the direction of his office door, a dark brow cocked upwards. The other male turned halfway in his chair to look in the same direction.
“What was that?” he asked, his voice filling with more tension than there was before.
Phantom shook his head. “It’s nothing. Now back to the task at hand.” he tapped his knuckles at the wood surface of his desk to get the man’s attention once more.
“Is there nothing you wouldn’t do to ensure your family’s safety? To guarantee their security henceforth? Both financially and ph-”
CRASH.
Letting out a low growl of annoyance, Phantom stood and turned his head to his henchman who stood stoically at his side. “Make sure he doesn’t try to leave.” he pointed his cane towards his client. “One moment please.” he smiled at the young man before leaving his office and making sure to close the door behind him.
After walking down the few hallways to his office, he entered the main barroom.
To say it was chaotic would be a tad bit of an understatement.
A few major things that caught his eyes one by one --
The house band he’d hired that night was all standing, not a lick of music being played.
Broken chairs. Wood shrapnel littered his exquisite - and expensive - marble flooring.
The behemoth of a man laying atop a pile of what Phantom figured was the remnants of table.
His daughter grinning up at him as she stood over the groaning man. How he wasn’t entirely knocked out at this point was beyond the demon.
Phantom placed the end of his cane on the ground and leaned on it with both of his hands. His dark brown eyes flashing crimson at his offspring for just a second as he glared at her. Her smile faltered a bit.
“I have several questions but the first I will ask you, Calliope.” he cleared his throat. “What in the fuck is going on out here?”
Callie shrugged her shoulders. “He was heckling the band. And he was harassing a few of the patrons.” she defended herself as she nudged at the man with the tip of her boot.
“Uh-huh.” he nodded. “And what did I tell you do in an instance just like this?”
“To get one of the bouncers to throw any nuisence out and lock the door behind them?”
He nodded once more. “Yes. And why do I tell you to follow this protocol?”
“Because you are almost always with clients and we don’t need reason to try to scare them away?”
A nod once more. “And where the fuck do you think I was just at?”
“In your office…with a client…that you don’t want to be scared away?”
“Sharp cookie, kid. Sharp cookie.” he said, standing up straight. He snapped a finger towards one of the bouncers. When he had gotten their attention, he simply pointed to the man on the ground with his cane. “Get rid of this asshole, please and thank you.”
“Of course, boss.” The bouncer hefted the near dead man over his shoulder and more or less threw him out the front door. He tossed the man’s wallet to Phantom who had caught it easily in one hand before removing what money and few credit cards were inside before tossing it back. The bouncer tossed it outside - it landing with a small thump on the man’s chest.
“Father, you don’t understand. You didn’t hear what he was sa-”
“Calliope, I don’t care what he was saying!” he interrupted her.
“But!”
Phantom shook his head. “No buts! You keep saying that you want in on my business, on my empire.” he started.
“And I do!”
He pointed his cane in her direction. “Well, first off. Stop interrupting me and listen!”
Callie shrunk back ever so slightly.
“Seldom do you ever listen to me. I give you the simplest instructions and you can not even follow those.”
“Sir, please just hear her o-” one of his bartenders spoke up. Phantom then pointed his cane in their direction.
“I did not ask for you - or anyone for that matter - to chime in.” he said, without even pulling his gaze from his daughter’s. “You’re relieved. Go home, Calliope.”
“But.”
“Go. Home.” he repeated his words. “We’ll talk later.”
Callie rolled her eyes and scoffed. She walked behind the bar and gathered her things before walking to the door. She turned on her heels to face Phantom.
“You know, you might do a good job at ruling this empire, this fucking kingdom, but you are a shit father.”
“Go. Home.”
Once his offspring was gone, Phantom sighed and straightened his tie. He spoke to no one in particular. “Someone better get this mess cleaned up. It better be fucking spotless the next time I come out here.” as he turned to return to his office, he heard scrambling behind him.