Snippet #1959451

Two average sized men walked into the huge open penthouse sweet greeting Draco with a newspaper, dropping it on top of the hazel brown desk he sat at. Peering up to the men dressed in fancy business suits slamming his fist against the table as he read the headline to the newspaper quickly intimadating the men who stood before him. With his fists balled up he stood "I don't care...So what I lost two percent of my income due to increases on business taxing, now go clean your underwear I think one of you pissed yourself." Draco remarked laughing as he dropped back in to the black reclining chair, the two men shakily laughed off the fear that just was instituted. The shorter bald head man stepped up and spoke after Draco relaxed himself "Good one sir, by the way my name is David and my friend here is Nick... Sorry for not being able to stay and speak any longer your company is going under..." As David finished his sentence, Draco laughed drawing his pistol from under the desk and putting a bullet between the mans eyes. Swinging the chair around and shooting Nick in the knee forcing him to fall back, kicking at the ground to roll over to him plunging the blade into his chest.

"Death, a hell of the way to start the day and to think I liked you two" Draco said standing from the chair and glancing out the window with a smile " Get this cleaned up Travis"