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"A police investigation! Is this what I paid that outrageous amount of money for?" The client was understandably angry. The job had ended in a complete mess.
Mildly put.
"Sometimes complications arise", Baptiste tried to calm the waves.
"Complications? They had a search warrant! You blew it! You people totally blew it!"
Unfortunately, the client was right. The Old Man, with all his experience, should have seen the flaw in the plan. Baptiste had noticed it at first glance, but too late. He had been away on another job and when he came back the shit had already hit the fan.
"I'm sure we'll find a solution", Baptiste tried to placate the client again.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll find one!", was the angry reply. "But it won't include you!" He stomped off, leaving Baptiste alone with Joubert.
"He won't dare to retaliate", the Old Man shrugged. "He'll stick to badmouthing us, that's all he's got the balls for." He paused uncharacteristically long before he continued. An outsider probably wouldn't have noticed, but Baptiste could tell he was struggling to keep his voice even. "Well, a bit of negative publicity won't kill us. A couple of days and it will all be business as usual again." He left the room.
Baptiste was quite sure he would lock himself in his office and get dead drunk. Darkly he wondered if he should do the same. What else was there to do? Who was the Old Man kidding? Without Junior, there would never be business as usual again.