Slight Trigger Warning: Racial slurs and prejudice

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"Hello? Is ghost there?"

"...This is ghost."

"This is Ashley....I was told you needed some information..."

"Yeah. I do."

"What kind of information?"

"... I need an update on your boss's schedule."

Friday October 28, 16:12

Winter solstice was close approaching and daylight savings was in effect. That meant the days were shorter and the sun set sooner, so I definitely had to race the sun when it came to assignments like this one. The engine roared as I coasted through Seattle city streets in the Matte black Ford Mustang GT from the garage, switching lane to lane on the open road with one goal in mind: get to the destination.

Merging onto a freeway on ramp, I sped up letting the wind push through my hair the faster I drove, and the music that blasted from the windows linger behind. I needed to get uptown. North laurelglen to be exact, which happened to be the richer side and a 50 minute ride from the garage.

I've definitely driven farther, but I wasn't a fan of long drives.

My expression was stoic despite listening to a bass knocking rap song that rattled the seats of the car with its volume and heavy 808s. The brim of my black bucket hat was low, hanging over my eye brows and the collar of my jacket was flipped so any car I passed could hardly see who I was through the open windows. Even Though I was drawing attention to myself, I still wanted to blend in with the usual drivers that safely tested the limits of highway patrol on a Friday night. Keeping it in the theme of tonight's role.

Leaning to the left side with one hand on the wheel and the other rested on the door, I sighed deeply, bored with the flow of traffic and the scenery. Nothing but headlights and brake lights for the rest of the way. I glanced at the gps once then rolled my eyes annoyed with the remaining miles and the fluctuation of the ETA.

There were better things I could be doing. Instead of mentally jotting down info and going over tactics on this boring ass drive, I could've been using this time to talk to my girl who was way more interesting. The mere thought made me crack a small smile, picturing my curly headed beauty.

She was most likely chilling at home doing homework, laying up with the kitten, sipping tea, and a nice smelling candle lit. I wondered what she ate, if she even ate that is. She probably showered before she ate dinner so she could wash off the dirt and negativity accumulated throughout the day. Body all fresh and moisturized. Smelling like brown sugar  just to slurp down some ramen or something...

I wanna be ramen or something...

Shaking the thoughts away, my mind switched itself out of auto pilot and  the same stoic expression returned as I remembered the headspace I was supposed to be in. I sat up straight again, both hands on the wheel and eyes on the road. No outside interference on an assignment. I glanced at the GPS again and followed the directions it gave me.

Baby🥰:
Hey puddin😚
How was your day

Baby🥰:
I made some really good chicken.
I can save you some if you want
If I feel like it😌

No outside interferences..

Me:
Hey love.😘
Save me some 😌

"Take exit 157 on North Chester Avenue then make a left at the Light."

"Ok Siri, I got it." I sighed, doing what she asked me to do and merging off the freeway.

The car slowed as I approached the light, idly making the same clicking noises as the indicator. My new ETA was about 10 minutes and it was only uphill from here.

Driving through the luxurious mansions in the hills, there weren't many cars on the road. Just the occasional one or two cars driving in the opposite direction and I hoped it would be the same way leaving.

"In 400 feet, turn right onto maple leaf street and your destination is on the right."

Following Siri's directions, I turned the loud music down and prepared myself for the assignment as I turned onto the street. It was crunch time.

"Your Destination is on the right."

"Your voice is annoying as fuck." I said pulling into the long driveway.

At the end of the driveway, there was a small security guard booth at the entrance with two guys standing inside. Rolling my eyes, I chuckled at the expectancy. It was time to put in this front.

You've done this before, you can do it again.

The car crept up to the small gate that prohibited entry and I forced the charm of the person I was supposed to be portraying . In the window, two looked skeptical of my presence until I spoke to break the ice.

"What's good, y'all." I grinned.

The guard off to the side acknowledged me with nothing other than a deep grunt that actually matched how he looked. The Other, looking visibly younger than his counterpart, stepped forward into the light.

"Can I help you, sir?"

Leaning on the window, I smirked at them charmingly. "I'm supposed to be meeting my girl pops."

"Are you sure he was expecting you right now? Mr. O'Connor doesn't usually have his.. guest.. come before he's home." He forced a smile on his face as he sized me up.

"Aw shit, he ain't home yet?" I raised a brow and reached for my phone and attempted to scroll through my call log "Y'all need me to call him or something?"

"That's not necessary, we'll jus—"

I continued to scroll, dismissing his suggestion . "Nah it's cool, let me hit his line and see what's up."

Adding to the theatrics, I held the phone up to my ear letting it ring repeatedly in hope that it would all work in my favor.

"Hello?"

Fuck.

From the corner of my eye, see the other guard stand and place a halting hand on his coworker's shoulder. I didn't hear what he said to him, but by the way he reacted he saw his job on the line.

"Hellooo?"

"Sir,"

I paused, turning my head at his unsteady voice.

"Hm?"

"You can go ahead and enter. Mr. O'Connor should be home shortly anyway." He nodded, forcing another smile.

"BRO! HELLOO!"

"Appreciate it, Gang." I hung up the phone flashing them another smile, then stuck out my hand out the window to give them a shake. They denied me which was expected, but I shook it off, retracting my hand and rolling up the window on them.

Not even waiting for the gate to be open completely, I wasted no time to zoom through the driveway up to the front of the house.

Ji-mane:
Tf you call me for?

My car door and alarm echoed off the huge building as I walked up to the front of the house. The cool Breeze picked up and had it not been for my bucket hat I would've looked like a dust mop blowing in the wind. Pulling my sleeve over my fist, gave the huge polished cedar wood double door a firm knock.

Small hurried footsteps and a click later, the door opened up and a small mildly confused Asian lady stood before me.

"Hello? Can I help you?" She asked, her accent as heavy as the door she opened.

I didn't feel the need to continue to put up the same persona I did with the security guards, and settled for a friendly greeting. "Hi, I'm Daniel...I'm Susanna's boyfriend—I'm supposed to meet with mr. O'Connor."

"Oh," She beamed infectiously and invited me in with a wave of her hand. I took the lead but kept close proximity while she closed the door behind us. "This way."

"Ok." I nod.

I followed her through the open family room in tow, towering her short body as my heavy footsteps trailed her light ones. I remained quiet as I let her remind me that my target wasn't home yet in her thick accent. I didn't know her nationality, however, I actually found it to be quite endearing and it brought back a memory of the soft and nurturing voice that spoke little English herself.

"Daniel?" She spoke, bringing me back to reality.

Shit thats me. "Hm?" I asked, tucking my bottom lip.

"You hungry?" She asked, craning her head up as she stood before the counter of food.

I was so lost in thought I didn't even realize we ended up in the kitchen. Shit, was I hungry?

"Um.." I faltered, "what do you have?"

"Spaghetti." She answered with her ending pitch going up, questioning whether or not she pronounced it correctly.

A youthful smile spread across my face, giving the woman some delighted confidence when I accepted her offer. Immediately, she happily reached for a ceramic bowl painted with different flowers and leaves then maneuvered to scoop a heap of spaghetti out of the pot and into the bowl.

Reaching with two hands, I kindly took the bowl from her fingers and bowed my head out of respect before sitting on the stool. She handed me a fork then returned to her duties by the sink once I was content.

She seems like a sweet lady..

Just out of curiosity, I took a chance. "kamsahamnida."

Taken aback by my gesture, she paused her movements and cautiously turned around.
"What did you say?"

Chewing, I acknowledged her again in another form. "Thank you, ajumma"

Looking from side to side making sure no one was around, her cheeks puffed up from trying to hide her smile. "Enjoy. Mr. O'Connor will be home soon. You can wait in his office."

Smiling for her, I nodded my head, finished my gifted bowl of spaghetti that was actually better than expected, then allowed her to show me where I may or may not catch my next body.

Walking into his home, he raked a hand through his hair and roughly loosened his tie with vex written all over his face. His suited stocky body trudged through the corridors, passing the open family room and the kitchen as he made no attempt to acknowledge any of his staff.

"Hello, Mr. O'Connor, how was your d—"

"Please, ling. I'm not in the mood," he trudged past her with no remorse "Is dinner ready?"

"Yes sir. I made some spag—"

"I don't care what it is. Just Fix me plate and then bring it up to my office once you're done."

"..yes sir." She faltered, holding her dish gloved hands together in front of her.

This interaction was nothing out of the ordinary. She watched walk up to where the floor and the stairs met for a, then turned on her heels to do what was asked of her. She only made it a couple feet when she remembered something very important.

"Mr. O'Connor! You have a—

"Ling, my god! Am I not speaking English on you level? I said I'm not in the mood. I don't about China but here in the US, men like to relax when they get home. Just fix my goddamn plate and whatever you need to tell me can wait!"

"Y-yes Mr. O'Connor." She nodded sadly.

Mumbling, he continued his way up the stairs. It was like a toddler was coming up and each stomp he cursed his mother for the lack of juice he was given. Even the way he grabbed the door knob was a hissy fit. How do you even slam a door open? There was no way this man was in his mid fifties slamming doors like he's 16. I couldn't believe that the man standing before me was acting so childish...

"Who the fuck are you!"

"Sit down Mitchell."

Holding up his fist, he took cautious steps to the side, never taking his eyes off of me.

"I asked a question! Who are you!" He spoke with intention, amplifying his voice as if to assert dominance.

I chuckled almost tauntingly, heavily amused by his change in demeanor. "And I'm not repeating myself."

Noticing the nice Glocky in my lap with a firm grip on it, his hard exterior washed away as he reluctantly scurried to the second office chair seated right across from me.

"O-Ok, I'm seated. Now answer me!" He barked, trying his hardest to intimidate me. "Who are you!"

The bouncing of his right leg was distracting and a dead give away though.

"Your mom." I smirked.

"Are you fucking serious right now!" He boasted, the vein in his forehead popping out. "You think this shit is funny? Some fucking menacing freak breaks into my house with a fucking gun, threatens me and demands shit! Now he wants to joke around like we're on the fucking school yard!"

I dropped my jaw and spoke in a higher pitch, leaning my elbows on my knees With a finger on the trigger. "I did not break in."

"Then how the fuck did you get in here?" He questioned, his eyes shifting between mine and my hands.

"Your staff let me in."

"Bullshit!" He spat. "My staff would never!"

"No really." Casually, I lifted the gun to my eye level and inspected its body for any impurities. "They let me in. You was supposed to be meeting your daughter Susanna's little boyfriend or whatever, right? Things one and two out there don't know any better. So...Surprise."

"Bullshit! I call bullshit! You mean to tell me that ling just happily let you in my home?"

"Yeah." I shrugged, leaning back in my seat comfortably.  "You know her name is actually Woo Hui Jae. Where'd you get ling from, you racist Fuck. That woman is super nice—She even gave me some spaghetti. Matter fact, She supposed to be baking some oatmeal cookies right now. I bet they're gonna taste fire too. When this is over I gotta remember to get som—"

"SHUT UP!" His thunderous voice echoed off the walls of this confined space.I watched him closely as he shook his head from lack of comprehension. He was already cracking. "What do you want! Is it money? My house? My wife? My Daughter? WHAT?"

Shaking my head as I laughed calmly, my eyes shifted from my gun to his. "I don't want anything from you, let alone your whole ass family. That's some ole weirdo shit."

"Then why are you here, huh? Why are you doing this? You just here for the fuck of it? You're such a sick fuck that you get off from intimidation? I still don't even know who you are!!" 

"And you won't. Listen, I'm not here for anything you have. I'm here to do a job. To my knowledge you have a lot of enemies and you have a  lot of ...secrets. I'm here to remind you that no secret is kept for too long."

His body trembled as I stood from my seat, keeping that same firm grip on my gun that never loosened since the beginning. I took purposeful steps around the room stopping every 3 beats once my thoughts were all in order. Whipping my head in his direction, I took in his frightened state. The color was completely drained from his face. Each shaky breath he exhaled was worse than the previous and his grip on the arm rest of the chair was turning his knuckles white.

"Mitchell. Despite seeing my face...you won't know who I am. And even if you were to know, you'd be dealt with to the point that you won't have enough neurons to process the functions of memory.... So calm down. You look like you saw a ghost."

Silence. The level of nonchalance must've been getting to him.

Smirking arrogantly, I shamelessly tapped my gun against my head as I continued my spiel. "So anyway.. Secrets right. It's no secret that you are the chairman of Kimso Enterprise, right? You help lead the company into the right direction by leading order the board and whatever—Blah blah blah I don't really get into business politics but ANYways. Some of your peers and colleagues feel otherwise."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...There's some suspicious activity in your circle and they're onto you. Word on the street is you're planning on voting out the current CEO so you could be voted in then use a percentage of the company to bid on something sickos like you would consider to be merchandise.  Some may even say that you even have a previous track record of dabbling in buyouts. Very risky background if you ask me, but Of course, this is all speculation..."

"So what is the goal here, hm? What's your motive? Who sent you? Someone had to send you! I bet it was that fucking tight eyed asshole Seokjin wasn't it?"

Coming to an abrupt stop, for the first time today a red fury ignited inside of me. I flexed my jaw, grinding my teeth together as I stalked toward him.

"You might want to watch what you say." I threatened through clenched teeth, "Shit like that get you got, so it's best if you shut up now."

"Fuck you! You're so high and mighty? If you fucking Chings doing anything to me or my family I'll—"

A grunt and the full force of my guns barrel going across his face drowned out the light taps against the hardwood door that separated us from the outside.

One click, the door was opened, and there stood Ms.Woo. holding a serving tray of freshly baked oatmeal cookies.

"Mr. O'con—"

You could almost hear a cotton ball fall on the floor by how quiet it was. Her eyes widened and shifted between the tool in my hand and the crimson liquid that spilled from Mitchell's brow bone. Both fright and panic radiated from her body, and the guilt crept up my back.

Shit.

Quick! Divert. Divert!

"Ajumma..go ahead and set the cookies on the desk, We'll enjoy them once we're done."

She refused to move a muscle as if her feet were nailed to the floor. Coaxing her a bit, I offered a gentle and used my hand to wave her over. "Come on. No one's going to hurt you. promise."

Her legs wobbled like a newborn giraffe, but she made an attempt to step forward. One hesitant step after the next, she made progress as she kept her eyes trained on me the whole way to the desk.

"Thank you. You may go now." I nod, quickly ushering her back toward the door and closing it behind me with my "Saranghae"

Once the door clicked, I was back into it and emitting the same amount of anger I did before. Squatting down at eye level, the outstanding duality I displayed triggered a fear in eyes that was visibly pathetic on him.

"No more talking from here on out. You've said enough prejudiced shit in the last 10 minutes and I'm tired of hearing it. I'll admit you struck a nerve; even had me acting out of character a little bit, but next time I won't be nice.." lifting my gun, I forced the barrel to the center of his forehead, watching him wince in pain before standing up.

"Now," I start, holding the gun to his forehead. "Im only asking— fuck  all that. I'm only telling you once. I don't care how you do it, I just need it done."

He opened his mouth to speak but the cold metal now smooshed against his thin lips halted him.

"Aht aht—shut up Mitchell." I warned, "It'll go bad for you....Like I was saying, at tomorrow's meeting, you'll need to either a) resign from the committee B) confess your crimes in the face of the board or c) all of the above. Personally, I like C, but that's just me. Some may say you don't really have a choice but I'm nice enough to give you one... So your options are to choose C), or your wife and daughter will be crying over a tiny gift box with one eyeball in it at your funeral. Your choice."

Again, he moved his mouth to speak and more pressure applied to his lips causing him to squint in fear.

"Keep on trying me, Mitch."

His eyes opened slowly and stared down the body of the gun in terror as his body started to hyperventilate. I saw him slowly drowning in his own thoughts. Tears started to collect at his water line and one lone tear slipped from his eye when we made eye contact and I saw the void. I saw the anger. I saw the defeat.

Keeping my occupied hand steady, I reached for one of the delicious looking cookies sitting on the desk looking lonely, then bit into it with an obnoxious crunch. "So what's it going to be Mitchell O'Connor?"

Miserable sobs escaped his squished lips as he kissed my gun and the tears continued to spill. My face twisted when his Sobs turned to staccato hiccups and like classic ghost fashion, I almost felt bad for the scum.

"Relax 'for you pass out, man." I advised. His crying matched the tantrum he just threw 20 minutes ago and I still couldn't believe he was in his mid fifties. It was baffling.

What was more baffling was these cookies though. They were delicious like I imagined, and I was definitely taking these home so Emily could have some as well.

Swallowing the last bite, I dusted the crumbs away from my mouth and off my jacket. "Mitch. Stop crying." He nodded his head pitifully, but continued to make ugly noises.

Rolling my eyes, I forced the gun to his teeth and adjusted my finger on the trigger. "Shaddap. You're going to be fine. Your family is going to be fine... physically. Just do what's expected of you and you'll be straight. Okay? Say ok."

"OKay." He cried, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Great,'' I grinned, pulling the gun from his mouth. "Now do me a favor. Clean this blood up. Call up your nice secretary and have her begin a letter of resignations, and Fire those security guards because they're kinda trash. A list of all your wrong doings will be presented to you tomorrow so you don't have to give your little speech off the dome."

Satisfied with my work, I concluded by storing my gun back in my holster and damn near skipping over to the cookies with the grabby hands.

"W-what?" He asked, wiping the tears from his eyes as he observed me picking at the plate of cookies.

With my back to him, I looked over my shoulder to give him a few more words. "Oh and you should consider brushing your teeth with Colgate or something. That organic toothpaste ain't really working for you."

Staring at me in disbelief, he furrowed his brows then blinked his bloodshot eyes repeatedly. "Wait so that's it. I'm just supposed to do what you say?"

"Mhm." I chewed. "And if you don't.. I'll have to terminate you."

"You threatened my life multiple times..then you stuff your face afterwards and I'm... I'm just supposed to go along with it?"

"On some real shit, Mitch, I've been chillin lately. I'd rather not have to do that. So do us both a favor."

Turning around holding the plate of God's creation, we exchanged looks indirectly verbalizing whether I was serious or not. He was still shaken up so he couldn't hold eye contact for long.

"Don't make me have to come back, Mitch." I warned like a father telling his kid to stay out the juice or there will be repercussions. "I will kill you. I'm serious."

He nodded his head in understanding. Taking that as my cue, I pulled my phone out my pocket and snapped a quick picture of his battered face for documentation. "Smile."

I stuffed my phone in my pocket and high stepped over the blood as I heading for the door. When was close to him, I chuckled when he cowered away from me like I was a monster.

I couldn't have been that bad. I barely touched him.

Pausing with my hand on the knob and the door open only slightly, I gave him my last regards.

"Aight chief "

Closing the door behind me, I showed myself out the house, of course without forgetting to acknowledge Ms. Woo for her amazing cookies who was still very afraid. 

"Thank you again for the amazing cookies. Can you throw away that fork and bowl for me? Thanks." I asked, showing as much compassion as I could in this situation. "Get some rest."

Afraid to say anything else, she just watched as I walked to the front door. Surprising the both of us, a loud holler and glass shattering reasonated from upstairs. Ms. Woo and I Exchanged a look and I smiled again. "He'll be fine."

3 hours later-

"Baby?"

"Yah?"

Lifting her head from my chest, she craned her neck up to meet my gaze. "These cookies are so good."

"I know, huh. " I chewed, briefly taking my eyes off the movie that played on her laptop.

"Where'd you get them?"

"..My Client's mom." I turned my attention back to the tv.

"I thought you didn't have any sessions today, babe." She asked, staring at the side of my face.

Shit.

"...I didn't. She was having a bake sale.."

She looked over my face for a few moments and my eyes glanced to the side to meet hers. "Are you forreal?"

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

"Yeah, I'm forreal."

"Well Buy more next time. There were only like 6 left in here, big hungry butt."

Relief crept up my ass when She wrapped my arm around her and nestled into my chest again as took another bite of her half eaten cookie. Looking at the crown of her head, I exhaled a deep breath I didn't know I was holding then settled into the mattress to regain comfort.

"There won't be a next time."

"Aw, damn." She sucked her teeth, "That sucks."

"Yea.."

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