I was now looking into a small office and in it there was a man sitting in a huge cushioned chair which appeared to be clad with black leather. It looked out of place, seeing that everything else in the office was smaller. The desk in the office looked out of place accompanying the huge chair. It looked slightly larger than a coffee table than an actual desk. The office was occupied by three people including the one sitting. The other two were standing one on his left and the other on his right side.
I realized that the atmosphere in the room was dull. The office was poorly lit; it was as if the occupants in it didn’t like bright lights. The only sound that was visible was the sound of the people talking and the creaking sound coming from the ceiling fan which looked like it would come off its hook any moment. There were a few old pictures of strange men nailed to the wall.
The man sitting on the huge cushioned chair looked really cool and cold at the same time. He was formally dressed in white and black and he wore a pair of shiny black shoes. His hair unlike his dress code looked like he combed it with his hands with a huge amount of gel, letting out a tidy-untidy look. He had sharp facial features and was accessorized by a silver rimmed spectacle. His eyes looked calm giving out the impression that he was comfortable with himself.
He was talking to the guys who stood by his side and occasionally letting out a cool laugh. Both of the guys who stood beside him didn’t dress or looked as smart as he did neither did their physical appearance looked very well proportioned. One of them had a black fashionable sun glasses on. And they had similar gold chains and rings on them which made them look slightly gay despite their crude appearance.
As they were talking in the office, the door to the office was pushed opened giving out a slight screech and an appearance of a shadowy figure was staring at them. The shadowy figure now found its way in. The place was silent now and they were staring back and forth at each other for a few seconds. Clearly the occupants in the room didn’t know who the person was and were looking at the man with a surprised expression on their face. The man who walked in dressed in a handsome black coat but it was worn rather loosely without a tie and the top of his shirt were unbuttoned. He was thin and had a shallow face, his cheek bones was clearly visible and pale skin that looked like he lacked nutrition. He had eyes that looked like it could come out of its sockets if he tried and a sharp nose giving out a serious appearance. His hair was slicked back neatly and it looked as if it shined at times.
He was waiting for them to react but they didn’t, they were just staring at him blankly. He looked at them again and finally realized that they were waiting for him to state his objective. He finally said, “I am Slow Hands and I have a business proposal to let you know about.” With that he sat across the man in the huge seat into a small wooden chair that clearly states out, who’s the boss. “I hope you would find my proposal interesting and would be willing to join us.” The man in the huge leather chair said to him, “take a seat.” And then he continued staring at him. Slow Hands ignored what the man said and now, started with his business proposal and so Slow Hands began to state his proposal. He also elaborated on how it would be of benefit to them, if they decided to join with his company.
The man who sat in the huge seat was now giving out a faint smirk as he glanced at his workers. He remained silent and stared at Slow Hands as if he was anticipating to listen more of what else he had to say to support his proposal. Slow hands continued explaining desperately now. He exclaimed that it was the right thing to do and kept on insisting on how they should accept his offer clearly showing signs of weakness and desperation.
The man now as if getting more entertained gave out a hint of smile and said, “Go on”, And at the same time motioning with his hand as if ordering him to elaborate more. Slow hands obeyed and did just that. But as he went on explaining the guys on the other side started ignoring him and were having their own conversation and were clearly mocking Slow Hands. Slow Hands was agitated and stopped talking. He now glared at them with a nasty look in his eyes trying to conceal his anger.
The man with spectacles now bluntly said, “Look, I am not interested in your proposal and the things you said, means nothing to me. And I clearly don’t need you guys to help me out with the business that I built on my own.” He paused for a while and then continued, “By the way shouldn’t your boss come along too? Instead, he sends his assistant to meet me?” There was a moment of silence Slow Hands was thinking for a moment, he decided to answer, “I am sorry, but my boss isn’t good at negotiating, so I decided to come by myself.” The man looked at his workers in disbelief and said, “Did you guys listen to what he just said? Well that clearly lacks respect, doesn’t it!” he added. The guys beside him just nodded in approval.
Slow Hands was determined to make this work, but it clearly wasn’t going the way he anticipated it. He was beginning to feel the sweat on his forehead and the drops of sweat beneath his shirt. He started feeling uncomfortable and he began to shift uneasily on the small wooden chair he sat on. His eyes showed that he was desperately trying to find the right words to say. Suddenly a glimmer of hope appeared on his face as he sat straight once again. He said, without proper thought, “Ill do anything that takes for you to join us, and that, including giving my life.” The men were clearly amused listening to what Slow Hands just said. Though it didn’t last for long, the man replied, “you better be careful with the words you choose to say, I don’t like people who play with words just to prove a point. Saying things that don’t fit your position huh?” they glared at each other once more.
Slow Hands didn’t move an inch, trying to indicate that he really meant what he said. The man was clearly pissed looking at Slow Hands. He then, spread both his arms to his left and right and waited for a moment. Nothing happened; he looked even more pissed and looked at his workers. They looked back at him as if they didn’t understand why he lifted his hands. The man on the huge seat then tiredly said in a low agitated tone, “gun”. Immediately both of them placed their gun in his hands. He then placed the guns in his hand on the desk and he said, “Prove it.” Slow Hands stood up from his chair and reached for both of the guns. He then sat back in his seat, with the guns in his hands. He then placed his right hand with the gun on his chest and the other one he shoved it in his mouth. He paused a moment and smiled for a moment. The guys across him were dumbstruck as they witnessed Slow Hands actions.
As he held the guns in his hand, one pointed towards his chest and the other one in his mouth. He took the one from his mouth out and stated, “Perhaps, you too shouldn’t say or do just any thing to prove a point.” With that he put the other gun in his mouth and almost simultaneously pulled the triggers at the same time. The gun that was pointed to his chest now dropped to the floor with his hand while the one in his mouth was still in his mouth. Blood was now oozing from his body and his bloody head, staining the floor with a patch of dark blood.
“Shit” was the only word that came out from the guy seated on the huge chair. The two other although shocked still remained standing and silent. Finally, he continued, “life is a scary thing, you die in what u believe in. and for all I know he died for the wrong reason. What an idiot.”
“Bob!” he called out loud and one of the guys beside him came forward. “Get rid of the body!” he demanded.
I was feeling sick already and also thirsty by now. I stood up and hit the pause button and went down for a drink.
