Chapter 90: Insufferable By Nature.
"... You’re kidding me, right?" Dante’s face fell as he pleaded for that to be the case.
Sitting behind his desk, Victor stared back at him with indifference. Going by how relaxed he looked, it appears he had enough sleep for once. Not that it helped with the dark circles under his eyes.
"Does it look like I’m messing around?"
The scowl on the youth’s face deepened.
"So let me get this straight. Some rich asshole’s son is hanging around the wrong crowd, and instead of talking to the little shit he came here looking for someone who would "handle" that crowd?"
After passing the last day wandering around with Boris, Dante was a little excited when the fixer contacted him about a new job. He knew he should’ve listened to the voice asking him to temper his expectations, and since he failed to do that, the disappointment hit him pretty hard.
"Yup. It’s exactly as you put it." Victor heaved a sigh and leaned back in his seat. "The client is Randal Simmons. He runs a small brewery that makes quality whiskey. The kind mid-level CEOs would brag about."
"Spare me the details. What I want to know is why you’re throwing this ridiculous request my way."
A mail notification popped up on Dante’s OAM as he spoke. It contained two files sent to him by the fixer, both being information sheets on the client and his son.
Randal Simmons looked like a man who let himself go, indulging in everything life had to offer until he ended up as a potential heart attack victim. His son, Derick Simmons, looked the exact opposite. His eyes were sharp and full of aggressive energy, and just by looking at his profile photo, Dante already felt pissed.
"Don’t you see it?" Victor smiled with the corner of his mouth.