God, he was going to need to get filler in all of these new stress lines that were forming.
Bambi had been keeping people in line all week. Missing inventory, arrests, in house fights, not to mention the flooding in his club from the busted pipes. Ugh, he hated to be stressed. He hated to feel tension forming between his brows because he knew he would have to get more work done.
Today was supposed to be his day to stay in bed and play Animal Crossing and maybe trick Jae into coming over and making him breakfast but instead, he was sitting in a computer chair, fingers massaging his temples as he stared down two of his own underlings. He was obviously beyond pissed. Blonde locks a mess from running slender fingers through, mouth set in a harsh frown. And then there was the man behind them.
Bambi didn’t do loans. It got too messy and it was too much for him to have to keep up with when it came to transactions. How was he supposed to maintain cash flow if he gave it to people in a predatory way, knowing good and well that the money wouldn’t be paid back and there would be blood on his floor? Had no one seen Scarface?
What Bambi really wanted to know was where they had gotten the funds to give the poor guy money in the first place. He hadn’t allocated funds for that. He hadn’t even had a chance to look at their income and outcome recently. How many more people had been roughed up over a few dollars that Bambi hadn’t cleared?
“I’ll deal with you two later.” He said finally, hand running over his face in annoyance. The other raised to wave the two away. As he took a moment to gather his thoughts he heard them shuffle away, the door closing behind them.
“Rohan, was it? How much did they give you?” The blonde asked, straightening his posture. Hands clasped in his lap as he attempted to make himself a touch more approachable. After all, he couldn’t be mad at a civilian for trusting the word of a couple of idiots.
