I closed the door connnecting my office to Dream's, and looked around carefully. There was probably a good chance that he was watching right now.
The room was still bigger than it needed to be, but smaller than Dream's. There was a large window facing the street, with blinds. My desk was in the middle of the room as well, and I seemed to also have my own bathroom. The desk had a lamp and a monitor and keyboard.
I walked over and inspected the drawers. Pens, paper, staplers, basic office stuff. I opened the next drawer and froze.
A pistol, a switchblade, and ammo. Right, I worked for the mafia now. Before, I'd just thought of it as a nice job offer, but it hit me now that I was getting involved in organized crime. I guess I was dragged into it, but I was kind of regretting not trying harder to escape.
The other drawers had more office things and a first aid kit. I stuck my bag full of clothes under the desk, and noticed a leather briefcase also under the desk. I wonder if every employee got all this complimentary stuff.
I sat down and opened up the package. I pulled out the brand new MacBook and iPad, observing the crisp white packaging. I slide the MacBook into the briefcase, as well as the box and cords of the iPad.
I turned the iPad on, and it illuminated to life. There was no password, and I quickly set one up. A lot of applications were already there, and I noticed an apple pen included.
I remembered the folder that Dream had given me, and put the iPad down on the desk. I opened the folder, and there were instructions on setting up my computer and company account with my ID.
I was glad the job didn't seem too, well, out of my skill range as a programmer. If anything, it just seemed like it would be busy, not hard. I got to work setting myself up, and tested the earpiece out too.
"Hello?" I heard Nick's voice come through, surprisingly clearly.
"Hey, it's George, just testing this out," I replied. I organized my desk a little, and then sat back.
This was great, having all this to myself. Back at my old company, we had cramped little cubicles, with a loud whirring fan and people constantly clicking their mouses and making phone calls. This was a nice change.
I heard my earpiece buzz. "Come to my office, we're going to the meeting now."I got up, grabbed my iPad and slid my phone in my pocket. I wasn't sure what else I needed, but I had my keycard on the side of my wallet for when I needed it.
I scanned it and opened the door to Dream's office, and saw him standing there, adjusting his watch. I didn't really realize how tall he was until now, but he was definitely towering over 6 feet.
"Ready?" He asked, and I nodded. I don't think I'd spoken a single word for the past hour, but something about his presence made me nervous.
I followed him out into the elevator. On our way out into the lobby, he placed his hand on my back as we walked out to the car. I sucked in a breath, trying to not react.
We got in, and now his arm was wrapped around the back of my seat, almost touching me. I jumped a little when he spoke.
"Turn on the iPad, I'll tell you what you need to do."
He went over a couple applications, what notes I needed to write down, where to check his appointments. I couldn't help but smell his cologne, since he was sitting so close.
We arrived at the building for his meeting, and walked in. I was nervous, but as far as I knew, I just needed to write down the important things. Nick joined us at the elevator, and I couldn't help but notice the gun strapped to his belt. Dream's was hidden under his jacket, and I didn't have anything. I wonder why they needed to carry weapons.
We arrived, and I took a deep breath as we entered the room.
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Mafia (DNF)
Fanfiction24 year old programmer, George, has no idea what he's in for when he stumbles into a tall blonde man on the streets. He apologizes and goes about his day normally. That night, on his way home, he's dragged out of the comfort of his life and into a w...