May 13, 2006 00:29
Normal day at work.
Yeah, right.
The club is closed for refurbishment at the moment and Ramon - being the kind and benevolent employer that he is - has told everyone, including the builders, that they have a week off. Maybe more. Plans to make, see? They’d been happy about it and he’d smiled as he walked into the place today, seeing it cold and empty.
Useful things, nightclubs. They always come with plenty of nooks and crannies, storage space, that sort of thing.
Basement. Doesn’t take long to board up the window from both sides. Wouldn’t do to give a view.
Of course, even though he owns a few places like this back in various countries throughout South America, it’s been years since he’s had anything to do with the day to day management of a place. It’s turning out to be quite a novelty to be back into it, but at the same time, there are some things that you never forget how to do.
Food into plastic containers. Don’t want to leave tins around, too useful for weapons. Or suicide. Add a bit of salt to induce thirst. Don’t leave much water.
He lets his mind wander on to the meeting he’s got set up for next week. Talks to buy out a guy who owns two strip joints here in town, and one restaurant. Well, they’re supposed to be talks. In reality, it’ll just be a case of Ramon making him an offer he can’t refuse.
Wouldn’t fucking dare refuse.
Set the camera up in the corner and check the feed. Old mattress. Pillow. Type a couple of notes. Easy.
Ramon hums to himself rather tunelessly as he busies himself with the necessary chores. This time next week he should be the owner of four large businesses in this city. Easily enough of a front to start the push into the drug world. Just this little bit of outside business to take care of first, and then its smooth sailing.
Check the water feed to the sink so it can be turned on and off. One chair. Set up the other camera. Food in the corner.
He leans on the doorframe and looks around for a moment, smoking a cigarette and smiling to himself. Then lights are flicked off and he heads home.
All in a day’s work.
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