3 days later
In the last 4 years I worked as a hitman or whatever you want to call someone that dirties his hands for money, I encountered a variety of entities with different missions for me, individual cultures and personalities. As much as their personality differs to each other, as much differs their choice in location of transactions.
But so far, doing business in a brothel is a first for me. A really distasteful choice. Just like my employer of my last mission. He is currently sitting opposite me with two dazzling women (one cowkin, one foxkin) on his lap while lazingly sipping a glass of wine.
I closed the door, observed the guards, walked closer to him and offered a handshake in greeting, which he irritatingly ignored. Too busy at feeling up those women, planting deep kisses on them and whispering honeyed words.
After seeing his complete lack of interest on my arrival, I distanced myself from him for the sake of my sense of smell and took a seat opposite him where a suitcase with a lock and password lay. I opened the suitcase while unsucessfully trying to ignore the sounds of indulgence he is making and trying to calm my rising irritation at his nonchalance.
Counting the money which was half of the agreed amount, $2500 out of $5000, I inquired: "The money is half of the agreed amount. Where is the rest?"
Again, he ignored me. Those women pulled out his sorry excuse of a penis while fawning over it, making him feel good. I rubbed my temples in an attempt to calm my nerves while ignoring the sounds he makes as he came, accompanied by the giggles of the women. After they cleaned him and wanted to go to more juicy parts, he finally adressed me.
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"I saw live on TV how you shot her, but she is still not declared dead. She gets treatment in the private hospital of the Neruv corporation, so fuck off before I make you a head shorter. Consider it a bonus that I even let you show up before me and take half of the money without having killed her. If you want to voice your frustration, suck it up. You can not touch me. Now out with you before my guards have to get physical."
As he mentioned the guards, they tensed and lowered their body a little to strike out at the smallest sign of resistance on my part. Grudingly I bade my farewell and exited the brothel.
As I only got half of the agreed payment, I can say goodbye to vacation on the Bahamas. While I walked aimlessly in the city, trying to shake off eventual spies sent by my employer, I mused about the encounter.
Truthfully, my one time employer Fun Sao Jun was right. His status as the heir of the Sao Jun family is way too protected for me to do anything to him right now and get out alive. His backing is just that strong. The Sao Jun family is a financial giant and is allowed by the state to hold their own regulated army.
The Ilyren family and the Sao Jun family are at odds with each other, both similar in strength and influence. They had small skirmishes around 2 decades before that eventually almost blowed out into full war and needed the intervention of the royal family to abate the situation. Their solution was to marry their heirs to each other. Meaning Alice Ilyren and Fun Sao Jun. Which fell through some years ago with no public answer as to why. Though I think it is because the vampiric family Ilyren and the werewolf family Sao Jun absolutely do not mix well.
As to what species I am, human, I think. At least, I never encountered any signs that reject that notion. A blaring horn of a car takes me out of my musings and I focus on getting to the train station taking me back to Fentun. It is definitely a risky move considering Fentun is the main headquarter base of the Ilyren family, but I doubt they have anything to trace me and if I stay too long away from the city, I would be making myself suspicious. What better location to hide a tree than a forest?
Once I arrived at Fentun by train, I started to walk home.