fucking chance for something huge. The plot, the real
estate: it was perfect for my proposal, completely goddamn fucking
perfect. I'd never have another opportunity as good.
I steadied my nerve and spoke,
my words cold as ice.
“ And what direction are you
choosing to go in, to shit on my dreams like this?”
“ Now hold on just a moment Mr
Logan. I'd have you watch your tongue.”
Watch my tongue? You better
watch your fucking back.
“ We are merely businessmen
looking to make as much money as possible. Regrettably the other
proposal may prove more lucrative.”
“ And what is it?” I asked
again, my jaw clenched.
“ A new housing development,”
he said bluntly. “It will provide an immediate return on
investment, and a sizeable one at that. We liked the idea of your
casino, but it will take a while to recoup our money.”
“ And what about the long term?
Won't it prove more lucrative for you in the future?”
“ Perhaps,” he conceded, “but
it's too much of a risk. I chose, in the end, to play the safe
option.”
“ You?” I spat. “It was
your decision?!”
“ I had the final word, yes.
The size of my investment gives me that power. I understand it is a
setback for you, but this is business I'm afraid. You'll learn that
as you mature.”
As I mature! The decrepit old
fuck.
“ Now please, I really don't
have anything more to say.” He gestured to the door and then turned
his head back down to some papers on his desk without giving me a
second thought.
Oh he'd give me a second
thought. I'd make sure of that.
....
I sat back down in my Hummer, my
phone in hand. I dialed and waited for the pick up. It rang three
times before I heard a voice, hard to decipher amid the noise.
“ Crash...hold...I'm...call...back.”
Well that made no sense.
A waited a moment and the phone
rang. I picked up and heard Kyle's voice clearly this time, the
chatter behind him now soft in the background.
“ Crash, what's up?” His tone
was typically frosty.
We still weren't getting along,
not as we used to. He only picked the phone up in case I had positive
news for him about the club. Otherwise I'm sure he'd have just
ignored it.
This time, however, I would make
him happy.
“ I need to talk to you
urgently,” I said. “Where are you?”
His voice picked up at the rush
of my words. “At a party.”
“ Where?”
His words stiffened slightly
again. “With Alice at her halls.” She was always a sore spot
between us.
“ OK, I'm coming there now.
Which halls is it?”
“ Dulwich.”
“ Right, I'll be there in 20.”
I shut the phone off quickly and
gunned the engine.
Time to get this family back
together.
....
I pulled into the parking lot
outside of Dulwich halls. There were students swarming the place,
getting typically wasted for a Friday evening.
I stepped out of the car as a
few drunken jocks showered praise on it.
“ Whoa, cool Hummer man!”
I had no time for them.
I pressed on forward towards the
main door. It was being held open by a block of wood, allowing anyone
to enter and join in the party raging inside.
There were stairs to the
immediate left on entry, with a wide hall in front and doors to the
right. The hall was sparsely populated with small pockets of people,
drinking punch from red paper cups and chattering wildly.
I walked through and towards the
source of the sound, turning through a door into a large space,
pulsing with guys and girls and their raging hormones. There was a
long table to the side, massive bowls of orange liquid inside.
God only knows what the fuck
they put in there.
Next to the orange poison there
were countless bottles of spirits and mixers and stacks of plastic
cups. I cut a path straight for it and snatched a half empty bottle
of Smirnoff, pouring a couple of shots into a cup and sinking it in
one.
I breathed deep. Better.
My eyes fell over the crowd in
front of me, scanning for my brother. Where the fuck was he?
A tap on my shoulder gave me
estate: it was perfect for my proposal, completely goddamn fucking
perfect. I'd never have another opportunity as good.
I steadied my nerve and spoke,
my words cold as ice.
“ And what direction are you
choosing to go in, to shit on my dreams like this?”
“ Now hold on just a moment Mr
Logan. I'd have you watch your tongue.”
Watch my tongue? You better
watch your fucking back.
“ We are merely businessmen
looking to make as much money as possible. Regrettably the other
proposal may prove more lucrative.”
“ And what is it?” I asked
again, my jaw clenched.
“ A new housing development,”
he said bluntly. “It will provide an immediate return on
investment, and a sizeable one at that. We liked the idea of your
casino, but it will take a while to recoup our money.”
“ And what about the long term?
Won't it prove more lucrative for you in the future?”
“ Perhaps,” he conceded, “but
it's too much of a risk. I chose, in the end, to play the safe
option.”
“ You?” I spat. “It was
your decision?!”
“ I had the final word, yes.
The size of my investment gives me that power. I understand it is a
setback for you, but this is business I'm afraid. You'll learn that
as you mature.”
As I mature! The decrepit old
fuck.
“ Now please, I really don't
have anything more to say.” He gestured to the door and then turned
his head back down to some papers on his desk without giving me a
second thought.
Oh he'd give me a second
thought. I'd make sure of that.
....
I sat back down in my Hummer, my
phone in hand. I dialed and waited for the pick up. It rang three
times before I heard a voice, hard to decipher amid the noise.
“ Crash...hold...I'm...call...back.”
Well that made no sense.
A waited a moment and the phone
rang. I picked up and heard Kyle's voice clearly this time, the
chatter behind him now soft in the background.
“ Crash, what's up?” His tone
was typically frosty.
We still weren't getting along,
not as we used to. He only picked the phone up in case I had positive
news for him about the club. Otherwise I'm sure he'd have just
ignored it.
This time, however, I would make
him happy.
“ I need to talk to you
urgently,” I said. “Where are you?”
His voice picked up at the rush
of my words. “At a party.”
“ Where?”
His words stiffened slightly
again. “With Alice at her halls.” She was always a sore spot
between us.
“ OK, I'm coming there now.
Which halls is it?”
“ Dulwich.”
“ Right, I'll be there in 20.”
I shut the phone off quickly and
gunned the engine.
Time to get this family back
together.
....
I pulled into the parking lot
outside of Dulwich halls. There were students swarming the place,
getting typically wasted for a Friday evening.
I stepped out of the car as a
few drunken jocks showered praise on it.
“ Whoa, cool Hummer man!”
I had no time for them.
I pressed on forward towards the
main door. It was being held open by a block of wood, allowing anyone
to enter and join in the party raging inside.
There were stairs to the
immediate left on entry, with a wide hall in front and doors to the
right. The hall was sparsely populated with small pockets of people,
drinking punch from red paper cups and chattering wildly.
I walked through and towards the
source of the sound, turning through a door into a large space,
pulsing with guys and girls and their raging hormones. There was a
long table to the side, massive bowls of orange liquid inside.
God only knows what the fuck
they put in there.
Next to the orange poison there
were countless bottles of spirits and mixers and stacks of plastic
cups. I cut a path straight for it and snatched a half empty bottle
of Smirnoff, pouring a couple of shots into a cup and sinking it in
one.
I breathed deep. Better.
My eyes fell over the crowd in
front of me, scanning for my brother. Where the fuck was he?
A tap on my shoulder gave me
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