Thread: Mob Boss' Payment (manofyourdream and dreamgirl)

Rose nervously sat in the office. She was familiar with the space, large open window in the back, plain desk with a laptop resting in the middle, stacks of papers on the side, brief case resting against the desk, and no one in here but her. Rose knew Mr. Abrams well, he seemed to be the gentle man from the mob boss that she had met several years ago. But she had heard screams in the other office before her own meeting, Mr. Abrams would walk into this one, fix his sleeves and clear his throat before starting their meeting. The nice guy act was a facade that he put up, allowed people to drop their guard and it made her nervous around him. What made her more nervous was that he had sent a letter to her rundown apartment stating that their meeting would be scheduled three weeks earlier than what they usually met. She tapped her foot, looking at her folder which contained her pay stubs, receipts of her paying off her debt, her schedule of working, and how much she was projected to earn in that time frame. Why did he want to see her? Hello, Miss Dawson, a smooth voice greeted as the door opened, Mr. Abrams had locks of blonde hair that were swept back and out of his face. He reached into his pocket and put on some glances as he moved around her and to his desk, I apologize if our meeting has caused any inconvenience, it was urgent. N-not at all, Mr. Abrams, though I am worried as to why you asked for me so early, Rose said anxiously. For once, Mr. Abrams closed his laptop, his hands woven into one another as he observed Rose. This usually didn't happen, in their meetings he would type on his computer, take her payment from her, print a receipt for her, sign, and then she would be on her way. She tensed in her chair under his gaze. Time is up, Rose. He would like to collect in full, he said with no emotion, his voice was cold. Wha...what? But, you know I can't. You told him that right, Mr. Abrams I have been working so hard, but it's minimum wage, Rose said, feeling herself panic, Please, I-I just need more time, I can pay him back- Mr. Abrams rose, moving around the desk which only made Rose afraid even more, No, Rose. You can't. I have projected your earnings, the hours you earn, and your distraction of college. Rose wasn't surprised to hear him call it a distraction, Mr. Abrams had constantly called her higher education just that, It would take you 20 years for you to pay the amount that is left. And that's including if you are able to find a career in your field of... A contract lawyer, Rose provided. Yes, that, Mr. Abrams said. He offered the young girl a tissue as she had begun to cry. I must admit, Rose, I have a soft spot for you, one he doesn't like. But I was able to convince him to meet with you, you could convince him to do something for you. But I would suggest you go home and change for that, something cute. He sways for cute girls. It was clear that Mr. Abrams actually meant it, and he had always been kind to her. After getting control of herself, she nodded her head and allowed herself to be driven home by a driver of the mob who was to wait for her to come back down after changing. She dressed appropriately and then returned to the car. Butterflies in her stomach to meet the man that she had practically thrown herself to so many years ago, but then she had been immature. She hoped to show a bit more maturity in front of him this time.