Chicago, Illinios
"Wendy, I need the quarterly reports on my desk by noon." Les spoke through the intercom to his assistant. He was shuffling through dome files on his desk when he heard the door open - "Thanks Wendy." He looked up and smiled his million dollar smile before he realised it wasn't Wendy standing at the door.
"Hello Lester!"
"Wendy, call security!" Les spoke through the intercom, before asking his client to leave.
"Les, Les, Les, not even gonna ask your most trusted client to sit down.." The man drawled in what was obviously a newly acquired Texan accent.
"Spike, we have been over this, you are not welcome here anymore!" Les was not running on fear because he knew his client wouldn't hurt him, but anger over what had happened at their last meeting.
"How is Jenna? Still as beautiful as I remember? Like a plum, that daughter of yours Les," He left his Texan drawl behind and slipped back into his native English accent.
"You leave her out of it! She has gone through so much because of you!" Les let the anger he felt towards this man go as he raised his voice and moved towards him, looking for a fight.
"Jenna loves me Les, you can't get in the way of love!"
"She's seventeen, she doesn't know what love is, I trusted you and you took advantage of my daughter, Spike I want you to leave and never come back!"
"You are forgetting one important detail, you have my money." He never once lost control of his voice, no matter how much he wanted to pound his former partner in the face.
"Fuck the money Spike! All bets were off the minute you started screwing my daughter!" Les lost control completely and although he knew he couldn't take Spike in a fight, he never the less threw the first punch, of course it backfired and Les was sure he had hurt his own hand more than Spike's face.
"Feel better now, you sad, pathetic man. give me my money and I'll leave, you will never have to see me again!" Spike pushed Les up against a wall and whispered in his ear, "-or maybe I'll pay Jenna a visit."
"Leave Jenna alone!"
"Give me my money!"
"Freeze!" the door burst open and Spike almost laughed as three rent-a-cops raised their guns, but Les couldn't have been more relieved.
"Alright I'm leaving, no need for you ladies to get your panties in a twist, Les remember to get my money because I'll be back for it." he said before turning to leave.
Les slumped back down at his desk and buried his head in his hands wondering 'How a middle-aged tax attorney got involved with a guy like Spike?'
"Wendy, I need the quarterly reports on my desk by noon." Les spoke through the intercom to his assistant. He was shuffling through dome files on his desk when he heard the door open - "Thanks Wendy." He looked up and smiled his million dollar smile before he realised it wasn't Wendy standing at the door.
"Hello Lester!"
"Wendy, call security!" Les spoke through the intercom, before asking his client to leave.
"Les, Les, Les, not even gonna ask your most trusted client to sit down.." The man drawled in what was obviously a newly acquired Texan accent.
"Spike, we have been over this, you are not welcome here anymore!" Les was not running on fear because he knew his client wouldn't hurt him, but anger over what had happened at their last meeting.
"How is Jenna? Still as beautiful as I remember? Like a plum, that daughter of yours Les," He left his Texan drawl behind and slipped back into his native English accent.
"You leave her out of it! She has gone through so much because of you!" Les let the anger he felt towards this man go as he raised his voice and moved towards him, looking for a fight.
"Jenna loves me Les, you can't get in the way of love!"
"She's seventeen, she doesn't know what love is, I trusted you and you took advantage of my daughter, Spike I want you to leave and never come back!"
"You are forgetting one important detail, you have my money." He never once lost control of his voice, no matter how much he wanted to pound his former partner in the face.
"Fuck the money Spike! All bets were off the minute you started screwing my daughter!" Les lost control completely and although he knew he couldn't take Spike in a fight, he never the less threw the first punch, of course it backfired and Les was sure he had hurt his own hand more than Spike's face.
"Feel better now, you sad, pathetic man. give me my money and I'll leave, you will never have to see me again!" Spike pushed Les up against a wall and whispered in his ear, "-or maybe I'll pay Jenna a visit."
"Leave Jenna alone!"
"Give me my money!"
"Freeze!" the door burst open and Spike almost laughed as three rent-a-cops raised their guns, but Les couldn't have been more relieved.
"Alright I'm leaving, no need for you ladies to get your panties in a twist, Les remember to get my money because I'll be back for it." he said before turning to leave.
Les slumped back down at his desk and buried his head in his hands wondering 'How a middle-aged tax attorney got involved with a guy like Spike?'