Jackie Ellis sat carelessly on a worn leather chair facing away from the dull oak door in the centre of the north wall. A small glass of gin rested in her right hand, her sharp nails tighten around the fragile glass. A sharp rap on the door broke the peaceful silence of the office. Jackie lowered the glass on to the polished table top, lighting a cigarette with a plain gold lighter from her lower left pocket. â€œEnterâ€ she said crisply in the direction of the door.
A figure entered the room, his dark brown suit tightly strapped to his body. Jackie eyes narrowed at the middle aged man standing in front of her. His cold black eyes shining icily out from under his dirty blonde fringe, sharply pushing the offending fringe from his eyes, the man sat down, uninvited Jackie noticed.
â€œSo jacks, what you got for me?â€ said the man, a slimy smiles sketched upon his features. â€œNothing I havenâ€™t told you beforeâ€ Jackie sniped, the cigarette clinging to her bottom lip. â€œAs I have told you before, your father owns 51 percent of the company, even if all the senior partners go against himâ€ she continued coolly, swiftly pulling the cigarette from her mouth. â€œWhich they wonâ€™t, you would still not be in control of the companyâ€ she concluded with a flick of ash from the dieing cigarette.
The man face glared stony back at her. â€œDoesnâ€™t my 10 percent share count for nothingâ€ said the man with a flash of anger. â€œYour father wasnâ€™t stupid enough to give you the deciding percentage, your stocks in the company added to the senior partners only adds up to 49 percent of the total worth, leaving your father overall owner of the companyâ€ she said unemotionally, Putting out her existing cigarette in small crystal ash tray and taking a deep drink from the gin glass, in one fluid movement.
The man, with a sickly smirk on his face, causally slid a thick brown envelope across the smooth surface of the table. â€œThereâ€™s ten thousand in that and another five when the jobs completedâ€ he said with a look of satisfaction.
Jackie quietly got up; picking up the envelope she carefully flicked though the note, putting it carefully back on the table. She moved silently around the desk where the man sat, quietly confident, her hand blurred as she slapped cleanly across his smug face.
â€œI am not some common gangster who you can pay to bump your father off!â€ She silently screamed, lighting another cigarette. â€œWhat do you want then?â€ The man spat at her, his face raw from the hit. â€œNothingâ€ she replied angrily, puffing slightly aggressively at the cigarette â€œyour father as made sure there is no possible way of you or anyone else to seize the company without him directly handing his percentage over to himâ€ Jackie stated her original calmness returning.
â€œYou just given me an idea jacksâ€ said the man rising from the chair, gulping down the remaining gin. Jackie looked at him, putting out the cigarette firmly, she said blankly â€œâ€this better be good, Ash.â€
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