First Rule
@mixirene
He didn’t feel up to this at the moment. Sure, he had bought from this particular client multiple times and usually the people he brought were top quality, but something today was making Zitao feel like this client was going to piss him off. Maybe it was the way the man had sounded so incredibly hasty over the phone. It felt like he was awfully insistent on the deal being made as quickly as possible... Zitao liked to take his time. When he went to buy he had several rules that he followed without a second thought and this client wasn’t even letting him start to check his list.
He cursed himself for having to save face. He didn’t like forcing himself to speak with clients on their terms, but he also couldn’t afford to lose a possible seller. It was harder and harder to find clients who brought in people for trafficking these days. Maybe the popularity of it was fading. That would be awful for business, but honestly... Zitao wasn’t so sure he would be upset. He would probably not have anywhere to go, but it wasn’t the world’s worst loss.
He shook his head as he turned into the alley meeting place. This was far from the most secluded area... Anyone who happened to turn this way would know what was happening pretty quickly. Zitao bite his lip in frustration; ignoring the desire to complain. He wasn’t in the mood for this. He wasn’t in the mood to look at her, whoever she was. But the client is always right.
When the car pulled in he put on his best business smile and gave a little bow. He would be perfectly fine acting as Prophet. The client stepped out of the car wordlessly and waved Zitao over. He obliged; approaching cautiously.
“So... You’ve brought the girl? I looked over her papers... Seems in good condition.” He spoke in a hushed tone. He didn’t really feel like someone walking in on their conversation...
“Baimei Shen is going to love her. She’s right up your group’s alley.” The client smirked and walked over to one of the back doors. Zitao didn’t move from his spot, but slowly glanced in the direction. When the client opened the door; Zitao’s eyes went wide. Something inside him started to fire up. That was the first rule. The VERY first rule... The client should know by now.
Zitao pushed the man out of the way and leaned against the door. He frowned at the girl; any sign of civil behavior completely gone from his face. She was cowering away; hiding from the man that was most likely he worst nightmare at the moment. Zitao couldn’t blame her. She had every right to be scared. He turned to the client with a look of pure anger.
“This is not the same girl you sent me the picture of.”