AN: As with most of the stories I write, I have nothing to say about this one...yet..
PROLOGUE
"Excuse me, I have a package for Mr. Futaki," the delivery-person said to the woman at the front desk.
"Mr. Futaki is at a very important meeting right now. Has that box been checked at the front?" the secretary asked.
"Yes. Will you sign this for him, ma'am?"
"I'd be glad to. Thank you. I'll make sure he gets this."
The young deliverer nodded at the secretary and left the building
***
Futaki Industries was one of the most successful businesses in the whole of Japan. Kenichi Futaki founded his business when he was still a young man of twenty-five years. He received the money from an anonymous person when he was down on his luck. Kenichi Futaki was a drunkard when he happened to receive a check for $2 million in his mail. Attached to the check was a note telling what to do with the money and what would happen to him if he didn't follow instructions.
Build up a business, I don't care what kind, but it better be prosperous. Enjoy your wealth, while it lasts. If you use this money in any other way, I will see to it that you experience the worst possible death there is. I'll warn you now; I'm watching you Kenichi. If you fail, you die.
***
Mr. Futaki was at a business meeting, arguing about how slow his corporation was going.
"Our highest grossing product this year is selling less than our least grossing product last year! This is absurd! Mr. Oridawa, tell me, why is this"
Yoshida Oridawa glanced nervously at his fellow co.-workers before he answered.
"Well, Sir, our competition is very..um..harsh..and.."
"I don't give a fuck about that competition shit. I've been looking at our records and it says here that there have been more factory related injuries this past year alone than in the TEN years! There's something you're hiding from me Oridawa. Now, please tell me what it is," Futaki said in a deadly voice.
"Sir, I assure you that we have kept the maintenance of every factory in top shape. I believe that someone is sabotaging the equipment."
"Oh really? And why do you think that? Is it just a hunch? I think you've seen too many of those kinds of movies Oridawa. I want security checks every morning on all machinery from now on. This meeting is finished. Goodbye everyone," Futaki stated with a tone of finality in his voice.
***
"Why would he do that? Someone asked Oridawa after their boss had left the room.
"Do what?"
"Well, he clearly showed that he didn't believe you when you gave him your idea of people trying to sabotage his factories. So why the hell would he tell us to perform security checks every morning on them?"
"I-I don't know."
***
"Oh, Mr. Futaki, you received a package today. Here it is," the secretary said as her boss came out of his meeting.
Kenichi Futaki wasn't really listening to the talking girl next to him. He had a more important issue to deal with.
"Um.. Excuse me, Sir?"
"Yes? What is it?" Kenichi said irritated.
"Your package."
Futaki gave her a strange look. "What the hell are you talking about my package for?"
"I mean this one," the blushing secretary said, handing him a box.
"Oh..well...yes..of course..thank you," Futaki said, embarrassed. "Go on with whatever you were doing."
"Yes, sir."
***
"Kenichi, you just humiliated yourself in front of your own staff member! What do you have to say to that?!" Futaki rebuked himself. "Of course she wasn't talking about the other 'package!' What the hell were you thinking?"
He sighed as he went to his office, which was conveniently placed on the third floor of the twenty-story building.
He had a nice, comfortable office with a big oak desk to the right of the door. In the middle were two soft-cushioned, Victorian style sofas facing each other. A small glass table was set between them. To the left was the bulletproof window, which also took up one whole side of the room.
Futaki took a small remote and pressed the only button on it. The wall behind his desk revealed a door that led to a room which nobody knew about except for him.
The room looked exactly like his office, but there were no video cameras or any windows. It was his own PRIVATE room.
"So let's see what's in this thing," Futaki said, forgetting about his earlier worry.
The box was simply wrapped in brown paper and tape. Inside was a small stuffed rabbit. It was holding a carrot and had a note attacked to it, which read:
Your paradise has come to the end of the line,
Soon your profits will all be mine.
I told you to enjoy the money well,
And your life has been everything but a living hell.
Wealth and fame, for you no more,
Cuz you'll be knockin' on heaven's door.
Adios my amusing little friend,
For now it's time to meet your end.
"What the--" But before Futaki could finish his sentence, a poison-coated dart, half an inch long, was injected into his neck. The dart, which was almost as thin as a blade of grass, infected Futaki's body one second after contact. Kenichi Futaki was dead less than a minute later. The stuffed bunny had a bomb delicately disguised so that no detectors of any sort could trace it. It was set off thirty seconds after Futaki died, burning the room and the note into fine ash.
***
The pretty secretary heard nothing of the explosion when she was going out of the building.
"Good night, miss," the security guard said to her.
"You too sir."
Without turning around, she quietly left the building and headed for a black convertible in the parking lot.
"Right on time, as always," said a young woman wearing a deliveryman's outfit. She was sitting on the passenger's seat of the car.
"I try my best," the secretary grinned. "Good thing Mr. Futaki's 'secret' room is soundproof."
"That was one of the easiest jobs we've ever taken from this guy."
"I agree. What about the security tape of today?"
"Vanished...without a trace. God, that was easy. I hope our next job is at least a small challenge."
The secretary nodded in agreement as she put on her sunglasses and drove out of the Futaki Company parking lot for the last time.
AN: The only thing I have to say is...It's VERY HARD to write a poem that actually rhymes!!! ^_^'