Drabble #8: In which Sudoh has a key...
IPOD Prompt: 'So close yet so far' by Jacky Cheung
That idiot had chosen his camera. Sudoh Shu still couldn't believe it.
He took the small piece of silver between his pincher grasp and raise it directly under the harsh overhead light of the employee's locker room. A bright metallic sheen gleaned off the key as he inspected it for answers. A frown marred his smooth forehead for only a split second before he placed it safely within the palm of his hand and headed towards his office.
Due to the lateness of the night or early morning he supposed, the trek there was uneventful as it should be. Sudoh had already sent everyone home, including those bouncers that had roughed up the boy earlier without any reprimand from him. Why should he? They were doing their job. Although, normally he didn't condone such violence in Dracaena and prefer they do their security duties elsewhere for liability sake, but Takaba Akihito was special. That punk was caught red handed by his people which gave Sudoh a perfectly good reason to teach the boy a lesson.
He couldn't believe the boy's audacity. If Takaba thought being the boss' pet would guarantee him some privileges and protection, than he was overdue for a reality check. Certainly, Sudoh knew not to mess with Asami-sama's property but the boss couldn't verily fault him his methods to protect his business. In fact, Sudoh would like to believe Takaba had gotten off easy. Anybody else would have taken liberties or worse, broken a limb or two. All the manager of Dracaena had done was offer the idiot a choice.
Upon reaching his office, Sudoh approach his mini bar to retrieve his ritual glass of scotch before he sat behind his desk to unwind. He carefully placed the small piece of metal on top of the mahogany wood before he looped a finger over his necktie to loosen the knot. He then took a sip of the amber liquid before he leaned back against the black leather head rest. And his drawn once again drawn towards that small piece of metal.
The manager shook his head in disbelieve. This key opened to everything Sudoh wanted and that idiot Takaba discarded it so easily. Doesn't that stupid photojournalist understand the level of intimacy he's been granted into Asami-sama's life, even as a mere fuck toy? To be able to walk in and out of Asami-sama's personal life freely and enjoy the man's company… Sudoh would have given anything.
And now Sudoh held the key within his grasp. His shaky hand reaches out for his glass of scotch and he gulps down the rest.
A sudden blush highlights his cheeks when a wayward thought hits him.
"I wonder what Asami-sama normally likes to eat for breakfast?"
