Life Of A Secret Agent
Chapter Three
He didn't inspire the level of fear his brother did – Itachi could exit the elevators on his floor and by the time the man got to Sasuke's office, half the secretaries were huddled in nearby cubicles while interns mysteriously needed group bathroom breaks. His brother, who was the senior Vice President of Uchiha Corp regularly made it his business to drop by unexpectedly and scare the crap from his workers.
Sasuke was sure the main point of the exercise was to annoy the crap out of him.
Under his wing, Sales and Marketing was the highest input to profit department, but for some reason Itachi felt the need to drop by and criticize his style while messing with the heads of his Sales team. Seriously, if Itachi ever bullied the damned accountants into a bad deal and then blamed it on him, Sasuke would punch him in the –
"Sasuke?" A knock on the door accompanied the question and Sasuke glared heatedly at the close door to his office before plastering on an acidic smile.
"Do come in Itachi." 'You will anyway.' The door opened and his strange older brother entered. He was wearing his business suit as always but allowed himself the loosened tie and scarlet shirt under the dark navy material. The hair he had never cut since they were young was in the customary neat, low ponytail. It did not swing as he walked.
'Probably uses a jar of hair gel every day. And people talk about me.' "How can I help you?"
His attitude changed from professional to asshole once the door was shut. "Dear little brother…seriously? I went to talk to Shisui, find out who we're buying out this week. Houton Manufacturing?" Rather than sitting on the lower chair across from Sasuke's behind the desk, he made himself comfortable on the wall-side couch, tossing the folder case in his hand down next to him.
Oh, the strength he got from the relaxation techniques he saw on television. 'Mental visualization…visualize…'
"They have a solid chain of factories across the nation and money problems we can take advantage of." Itachi rolled his eyes and Sasuke clenched his fists, picturing the green fields he was laying on turning into green jello. Mutant green jello. That knew and shared his thoughts, would rise up and smother his brother.
"Yes Sasuke. Let's buy a sinking ship. And because we are rich we will plug it with hundred dollar bills."
The mutant green jello had an AK now.
Itachi continued. "I'd like to suggest NuMe Designing Consultant Inc. and Shamrock Sales. I've got Shisui going over the numbers right now. We can under cut their stock, buy a bunch and take them over from the inside out."
The green jello shot itself in the head as Sasuke gaped. "You don't want to buy out a company with solid holds in thirty-four out of fifty states and a merely struggling profit line but you want to try to challenge two of the steadiest turners on the market today?!"
Itachi turned away with a put-upon sigh. "I have my sources. And my sources are always right."
Sasuke glared unabashedly now. Mostly because it was true. Itachi had only ever made a mistake once and it had luckily not been too costly. But when their dad had been in charge, Itachi had done no wrong – his business decisions were always on point. And Sasuke, who never risked anything, merely mediocre.
"I really don't know from what trash heap you get your information but I refuse – refuse Itachi, to take on two of the steadiest companies…!" Sasuke took a breath as the pitch of his voice started to rise to feminine notes. 'One, two, thee…' "You made this department mine. You're supposed to be upstairs enjoying your towering view over the city and occasionally calling me up to gripe over my reports. Not coming down here to micro-manage me and my team."
"I will when you're wrong. And that's final. You can do all three if you like but I expect to see that you have added NuMe and Shamrock to the portfolio." Itachi stood and smoothed down his jacket.
"I –" 'Really. Hate. You.' He should quit. Sometimes Sasuke really considered it. But he was so good at what he did. Lowering his eyes to his desk Sasuke glared at the grain until his eyes burned.
"If that's all, I will go speak with Shisui. Oh, I almost forgot." The folder was tossed onto his desk from the couch. "We've got that discussion with the radio station on today. WGB I think… would you mind meeting the man they're sending for lunch at The Caboose? Thanks."
By the time the door opened and shut Sasuke had spun his chair about to face the window and was hypothesizing about his chances and cause of death if he jumped.
A/N: Okay, I will update once at week, a minimum - if not twice. I am looking forward to feedback and thoughts. I am truly thankful for all of your support in the past and hope I still have a base in this fandom. Until next time guys!