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“How'd it go?” my new assistant Hanna asks as she putters behind me.
“Exactly as expected,” I reply curtly. “What's going on?”
Trying to keep up with her boss's short but fast-moving legs, Hannah pulls out a tablet and starts scrolling through it.
“It's Henry,” she replies. “We have video footage showing him copying internal hard drive data. We suspect he’s planning on going to the authorities with it.”
I stop and sigh before continuing on.
“Oh, Henry,” I mutter under my breath. “Call in the E Team, and have them bring Henry to Office G in one hour. Fucker better not eat up my entire lunch break”
* * *
“Ginger,please! It's not like that, I swear!” the old man pleads. His salt and pepper brown hair looks wild and his eyes are frantic as he shakes his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. I look down at him with indifference while Kris, head of my Security Team and my partner, finishes chaining Henry to the steel chair. Kris nods at me once he’s done. “I’ll go grab the butcher.”
I hold up a hand, halting him. I look into his blue eyes, seeing the anger there that reflects my own. No one crosses us or CASH-ULTY.
Though his blond hair and chiseled face belong on the body of a model, Kris is one of the most ruthless men I’ve ever known. And considering the men I’ve known, that’s saying something.
“Perhaps you’d rather take care of this one yourself?” I ask, watching as his eyes light up. I chuckle lightly and nod my head. “Go get your things. I’ll wait here.”
I wait for him to exit the room before turning my attention back to Henry. Pacing in front of him, I make a small sound of disapproval while wagging my finger.
“Henry, Henry, Henry,” I begin. “How long have we been together now?”
The man stops sobbing long enough to respond, still sniffling heavily. “Three years, ma’am.”
“Three years. Yet you thought you could steal from me. Or perhaps run off to the feds?”
Henry starts sobbing in earnest, tears and snot running down his face which only serves to disgust me. Wrinkling my nose, I watch the pathetic man struggle and beg, knowing full well nothing he says will make a difference.
Sighing, I bring a hand to the bridge of my nose.
“Why’d you do it, Henry?”
Although no answer he gives will save him, I will admit I’m curious to know why he did it. I take ample measures to make sure my employees have no reason to look elsewhere and take something like this as a personal affront to my skills.
I watch Henry’s face drop at the question, taking a step back when a drop of sweat falls from his face to the floor beneath him.
“I’m sorry, Ginger,” he sobs. “It’s the screams! They’re haunting my dreams. I haven’t been able to sleep.”
I tsk and shake my head.
While not terribly uncommon, it’s been a while since I’ve had employee ethics issues. Those who come to work here know the moral price.
“You should have come to me,” I admonish, shaking my head. “You know we have psychiatrists for that sort of thing. But no. Instead of coming to me with your concerns, with your nightmares, you decided to betray me. You know I don’t handle betrayal well, don’t you, Henry?”
“P-please. I have a family. You've met my wife! My son! Please don't do this!” His pathetic cries grate on my nerves.
Kneeling down before the man, I smile. A small, dark smile causing Henry’s eyes to widen.
“You know better,” I whisper. “You know what happens to traitors.”
Henry opens his mouth to respond, but I put a hand up to silence him as Kris walks back into the room with a leather bag he places at his feet before crossing his arms and looking at me. The picture-perfect soldier, waiting for instructions.
“Please send someone to pick up the rest of Mr. Brown’s family and get them all on auction. Low prices.” I stand with a smile and head to the door, passing Kris who has a devilish grin on his face. I see him bend down to open the leather bag before I exit.
Henry's screams follow me down the corridor.
