16

Jack saw how Derek had gotten up Ianto's nose and made it his mission to not only meek up for that with some tantric sex that made both men rubber limbed for a while... but he imparted some information that was severely damaging to our dear Derek.

You see… Derek did NOT own his own store like he made out… no. He managed one. Can you guess whose store he managed… well… one of them? Snort. Yeah. Exactly.

Ianto slept all the better for knowing he could put out that fire with some serious high octane gasoline.

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Ianto entered the store with only a single bodyguard, knowing he would not need him but happy to accept the crazy man Jack had called Slappy for some reason. Big, built and silent, the man followed Ianto as he walked the main row of the store. What we in the biz call the main raceway.

Derek was busy with someone and noticed Ianto after a while, walking over with a wide grin "Well, well. If it isn't the like sugar babe. Hello sweet cheeks, come to see how the big boys play?"

Ianto turned to stare at him with the slow blink as he saw this fucker was infuriating as ever. Then Ianto saw something that made him very happy. He had hoped but had not been sure if he had synced the schedules correctly but there at the back of the store with the Assistant Manager was the Area Manger. One of the few who had not only bowed to the old man nervously but had learned to bow to the young clever bastard too.

Ianto hid a smile as he let Derek dig himself deeper. He walked the racks and let his hand slide along familiar fabric. He could name each colour, fabric, design… even tell you the year of conception. Like his children, they all hung there in pristine…. What the fuck.

"This jacket sleeve is missing a button" Ianto said coldly as he plucked at the offensive garment "This should not be on the floor."

"It's just a show piece. Merely a display suit. They try it on, choose the colour or fabric or whatever and then …"

"Whatever? Or Whatever?" Ianto said with incredulity "The Smithson Jones line does not have a Whatever Design in its books. Does it Derek? Tell me… when did they change the customer service manual here to include 'whatever' in the vocabulary?"

"God you sound like an obnoxious freak when you do that. It's just a bloody coat and a boring one at that. Only the beatniks and nerds like this cut" Derek roared with mirth as the Area Manager started walking the other side of the racks towards them, his face filled with anger as he heard the conversation. Ianto knew it was about to get worse as the man also stepped to the side of the row and saw past his manager to whom he was fucking with.

Oh yeah.

There it is.

Swallow tongue time.

"Look sweetie, Jack is not here. His cheque book is not here and I doubt very much there is a single piece of tat here that you can even afford so … jog on and find you a new sugar daddy to get you your blingy bling yeah? This is clearly too upmarket for you" Derek said with raw sarcasm "We don't like your sort in here. Bugger off Nobhead"

"And what sort if that Derek? Gay? Or Welsh. Not… gasp… someone with a different pay grade to you?" Ianto calmly felt the glee as he watched the Area Manager's face drain of colour completely now. "Arthur? What do you think old man? Does the Smithson Jones Line allow for Gays, Welsh and… horror of all horrors… a boring nobhead like me inside one of my own fucking stores?"

"Ah… Mister Jones… ah… Mister… ah Do you prefer Smithson Jones? I can never… ah… Ianto. Right? Come on... Derek is… just... well…"

"Fired. I think the word you are struggling with is fired. There is a clause in his employment contract that deals with the attitude and general way one must conduct oneself while working in one of my stores. This man has insulted me, scoffed at my summer line and even called it… tat. Tat? What the fuck... Tat? Look at this sleeve and the missing button…. Look… this one here had a creased lapel. What the hell is happening here? They will ALL need to be checked and a full stocktake done!"

Arthur opened then closed his mouth.

Ianto then added "Besides. He is wearing our cut… this season's cut to be exact same as he was wearing the Summer Sweets line last time I saw him and I know for a fact he has not paid a damned red cent for any clothes in all the time he has worked here. I checked his employee account, yet he seems to have our product hanging in his closet. Gifts? Were they? Hmmm? All gifts? Your OWN sugar daddy purchasing? I am sure we can track the garment you are wearing as I ensure each one has their own line number and individual code as they are special editions."

"Ah…."

"Good. Good, glad we are on the same page. Security needs to help him clear out his locker and get the fuck off my property. Actually… I must call the legal department. We need a stocktake and full audit of this man. I can cover my arse while bouncing his." Ianto said in a jovial way then moved away from the area Manager who stood with one finger held up in a rude manner. He reached out to pluck the MANAGER badge off Derek's chest as the man stood there in shock and flicked it to the Assistant Manager who was standing back with his radio in his hand calling security.

"Put it on and choose your new assistant" he barked, then ran after Ianto who was walking on air.

Fuck that felt good.

Ianto was getting it to the grove now.

Awwww… it feels good to be in charge!