“Sir, Mister Kate has been wanting to see you, he has been sitting in the waiting room for nearly an hour, and is being really impatient, should I send him in?” the receptionist, started as soon as I entered, the building.

              “Listen, Dave, fist of all, it's pronounced as Kaate, second I don't care anyways, and last, if he is so desperate to see me, show him one of our banners. I look my best in them” she nodded, before raising her hand in the air, as if asking for permission.

              “Yea, damn it, you can visit the toilet whenever you want, no need to ask permission, you see I ain't gonna clean that shit and-”

              “Sir, my name is Daphne” she said rolling her perfectly lined eyes. Oh, I like her, “So, as a fact sir, Mister Kate, has being complaining about how, the blue sent to him, work shit once out of 50 feet range”

              “Oh fine, ask him to wait for me, in the meeting room, at the end of the hallway, and make sure, no one lurks around, in an 100 meter radius near it, also yeah, I have a newbie joining in today, as my personal secretary, if she happens to come here, send her wherever I be. And oh” I glanced down at my wrist, before continuing,“Please order me my regular, or better send it with her, to the meeting room, when she arrives, she shall be here, soon”

              I looked up, fixing my suit button, to find Dave rolling her eyes at me, with a bored expression sketched on her face,“Sir, you don't have a watch” she explained, shaking her head.

              “Oh shudup Dave” I exclaimed walking away and I swear I heard Dave shout, 'It's Daphne not Dave, you idiot'

              “Oh hello, Mister Kaate, always such a pleasure to meet you” I greeted the old man, who was in his late forties.

              “Oh fun knowing, at least one of us, is pleased to meet the other, because I clearly am not.” his Indian accent prominent, making it sound a tad bit harsher than it already was.

              “Uh? Sorry to hear that Sir, but neither am I enthusiastic to meet you, so that makes the two of us. Anyways, to the important problem,” I continued, taking a seat across from him,“I've heard, the blues sent to you, don't work as well out of 50 feet radius, am I right?” he nodded, with a thoughtful expression stretched on his face.

              “Well, that's correct, but I still don't understand two things. One, why are we conducting this meeting in this rag room, and two, why the fuck are you calling your products, blues, while you can easily call them water guns?”

              This man, can he not shut up? Can't he see I'm waiting for my girl here?

              “Well because, for a fact, I'm a gang leader, and selling water guns is not my real profession, but more like an acquired business through my family and I don't want my enemies to think of me lowly, because of something that has been passed upon me through my family, also not everyone, is particular about, having water gun business as their pride, you see” I shrugged, with a cocky smirk on my face, pointing at him, earning a disapproving glare from him.

              “Louis, I'm not here, to get criticised by you” he warned, leaning forward, still glaring at me.

              “Nor am I, so I take we are even, huh?” I stated, meeting his glare, before smiling sweetly and by the next minute, we had a proper glaring competition going on, with sickeningly sweet smiles plastered on our faces.

              “I say, you two are better and than Edward and Jacob, and that's my OTP, but you guys are bombass, really” Harriette's voice suddenly made the two of us, jump.

              “What no ew, he's like a son to me” he explained, while I shrugged.

              “And he's like no one to me” I said shaking my head, to show more emphasis, as I heard, both Harriette, and Kate say, “Eh, that rhymed” in a dreamy tone, in the background.

Wow this man, really scares me at times.

              “Anyways sir, here is your bowl of chocopuffs in cold milk, hash brown, honey muffins, and chocolate ice cream, anything else you would like, sir?” She questioned, placing the tray before me, then turning to Kate, “Sir, what about you? Would you like anything?” he only smiled, shaking his head lightly, then looking at my meal.

My motherfucking meal.

              “No, thanks for asking lovely, and Lou as of you, you shouldn't be eating meals as unhealthy as that” he exclaimed, in an overpowering, controlling manner, where I continued to give him a bored expression.

              “You're not my father, mister Kate, so I suggest you not to meddle in my meal”

              “Watch your tone, son, you may not consider me as a father figure anymore, but I still consider you as my son and I forbid you from using, such tone with me” I did nothing but, stuck my tongue out at him, before looking at Harriette, who had the most confused face, I had ever seen, her eyebrows scrunched up, so her nose. With mouth parted.

              “See I don't know about you” I started, but got interrupted by Harriette, as she slightly hummed singing something that sounded like 'but Ehm feelin' twen'y twu'.

              “Huh?” we both turned to her, expecting her to be caught up, but hey not everyone gets scared of singing in public, and damn did she have some good pipe. She was lost in her own little lala land, dabbing and singing with her eyes closed.

What usually people do, don't they?

              “Louis, I think, I should leave, Shay, would be waiting for me, and also, just like always, she asked me to remind you, she misses you, and you should visit her sometimes” he whispered softly, for a mere second, I saw pain flickering in his eyes before he covered it with an awkward cough.

              And I couldn't hold back, in that moment, “Like you've ever asked when leaving me” the bitterness of my voice, seemed to foreign to even my tongue, but I was angry and he needed to know that, so with my jaw still locked, and hands fisted, I stomped on my feet, turning around, a sign for him to leave, before crossing my hands over my chest, “And Mister Kate, your order will be renewed shortly, no need to show up again”

              I heard him sigh, before exhaling a short “got it” and for a split second, I felt bad, but I was too stubborn, I wanted answers, and he didn't want to explain the reasons, so be it.

              Finally thinking he left, I turned around, he was still there, mentally debating about saying something, I purposely screeched the spoon, on the table, to gain his attention and it helped, “Just say it” I mumbled, picking on my chocopuffs with the spoon.

              “We have seen, a guy, for Jolene, he's coming to meet us at our place, next week Saturday at seven pm, she would be happy if you be there, you're the closest thing to a brother she has ever had, bye son, hope you take care of yourself” he gushed, exhaling heavily before, rushing out.

Oh.

             “feels like one of those nights, You look like bad news, I gotta have you, I gotta have you” Harriette belted loudly, moving her body fluidly.

And damn she looked hot, with her sexy legs, and little ass, moving perfectly in her tight skirt.

Again, what was it getting wood from the early bird?

Nah..

A/N you'll understand everything in the later chapters.

Anyways so yeah Veronica Malik as Daphne.