Brocko was in his office staring at his henchmen angrily for the mess they made without his permission, and he was very pissed off with himself, “You’re fired.” He said loudly while waving his arms in an angry gesture. One of his subordinates looked away nervously and another man stepped forward defiantly, “No.” Brocko raised his voice again making it even more intimidating than before, “Do you want me to kill you instead, I will do that too.” It was then that one of the minions ran up to him with a terrified look on her face, “Sir, please. Let’s go talk about this elsewhere. You don’t want to start another fight right now.” The minion pleaded, not wanting to die at the hands of someone as cruel as a drug dealer, but Brocko just ignored her. The guy who was standing next to him was trembling slightly and Brocko was looking at him strangely when his eyes narrowed, “Who are you anyway?” The man didn’t speak, so Brocko added menacingly, “Well?”, “I am…”, “What are your fucking names?”, “Miguel.” Brocko interrupted him, “And you.” The man jumped out of surprise at the use of his first name, “My name is Carlos. Please sir. Just let us go.” The two remaining thugs stepped back fearfully as well. Brocko just shrugged, “Fine, just get out of my sight, I never want to see your ugly faces ever again.” As the three men left Brocko sighed loudly, feeling tired of the whole situation, ‘If I had my way you would all be dead by now.’ But he couldn’t risk starting another fight right now. The only problem was that he really disliked his underlings and wanted them gone immediately. However, there were no other jobs for them right now, so he reluctantly ordered, “Take care of things here.” Miguel took off and the others left too leaving Brocko alone in his room once again.

He sat behind his desk for a moment deep in thought trying to think of something that could make his life better. Then an idea popped into his head, and he reached out and picked up a phone on his desk dialing one of many numbers on speed dial. After a few seconds his assistant answered with a cheerful voice, “Good morning Mister Brocko, how may I help you?” Brocko chuckled lightly hearing the woman answer. She always greeted him like that every morning. He replied, “Oh, hi Elizabeth, it’s time to wake up already.” His voice sounded a bit different than usual which surprised the girl, “I mean, good afternoon Mister Brocko, where are you calling from?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” he told the girl, “Now, tell the rest of the staff that we’ll be late because I won’t take anything from the rest of the customers today. Also, make sure they put all of our orders together.” He hung up the phone satisfied with his plan, though she might have questioned the reason why he needed to order all the coffee at once for the rest of the employees. After thinking about his plan for almost an hour he decided to give his assistants some credit. They were doing a great job at keeping everyone calm and organized during this difficult time. Brocko decided to reward them after lunch and called one of the maids to come in with the food, which she did promptly.

The maid came in holding several plates filled with various delicacies. Brocko looked over at the food and frowned. These weren’t even his favorites. There were also many different types of pastries. He didn’t know whether he should be upset or pleased. Instead of eating all of the delicious food, he chose the most expensive item of the meal and ordered, “Make that one extra large chocolate cake and serve it to everyone in the main office.” The maid nodded in understanding and set it aside. The cake wasn’t what he desired, but it was enough to satisfy his appetite until lunchtime. And besides, he needed the calories. Once everything was prepared the maid left to deliver the food. This time the maid brought a trayful of drinks and placed them on the small table in the corner of Brocko’s office. Some kind of tea was poured into a cup and placed in front of Brocko before the maid left to prepare his dinner. Brocko didn’t recognize this kind of tea, it smelled good, but it didn’t taste sweet like the teas he liked. Still, he enjoyed it, he hadn’t tasted a decent tea for weeks, he decided to finish his drink in one gulp since he was hungry. As he drank his tea Brocko began thinking. He wondered about all the possibilities for the new company he was forming. He knew he had plenty of money, and his business partner was willing to invest. It would make sense for him to buy some of the other businesses, but he was reluctant to sell his current company. He liked running it, it would be nice having a stable income for once, and he felt like it would suit the image he wanted to present. Besides, selling the business would be giving his enemies a chance to ruin his image. He was still contemplating on whether he should keep the business as a source of revenue for himself or sell the business to someone else, when he heard a knock on the door. It was the maid again with the dessert, “Your lunch, Sir.” Brocko nodded in acknowledgment and accepted the plate from the maid, putting it on his lap and picking up a fork. With his other hand he grabbed the glass of orange juice and drank it while munching the chocolate cake with a contented smile.

As Brocko finished his breakfast he looked around the big open room. He had designed the place himself. Everything was done in black, white, and chrome which was very sleek and modern, except for a couple of pieces he bought recently. He had purchased them specifically for this very room because of their dark aesthetic which suited his mood better. There were lots of paintings.