Garrick Evans (stillinbusiness) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-01-28 11:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-01 |
And a few more of your least favorite things...
Who: Garrick Evans and Bartleby McGruder... sort of
When: Not long after nightfall
Where: Outside of the Old English Armory to start
What: A business deal of sorts
In the beginning, Garrick's day had been rather uneventful.
There was still business in London to attend to, so after Garrick woke, late in the afternoon, he spent the next few hours in the estate, making phone calls, pouring over reports and emails. He still had the Evans Trading Co. to worry about and at one point he found himself looking over airfare, almost booking a red-eye flight back to London. He didn't like leaving any of his businesses without his personal attention, but the Armory needed him in Scarlet Oak for the time being.
With that thought in mind, Garrick headed down to his latest business venture shortly after nightfall, just to see how things were going for the day. It was nothing any other business owner wouldn't do... but then again, no one else was quite like Garrick Evans. Apparently he hadn't instructed his employees well enough in his expectations, because the first thing he heard when he walked into the Armory was music. Not the classical tunes Garrick had chosen, but something today's popular culture called "hip hop," absolutely grating in the vampire's ears.
"What," Garrick began, glare colder than ice, "in the bloody hell are we listening to?"
Gregory, the cashier, swallowed hard. He, at least, was still frightened of him. "Sorry, M-Mr. Evans, we thought - since we had just closed for the night-"
"Seriously, it's nothing to get your panties in a bunch about." Ivan, the other employee, muttered under his breath as he turned off the offensive music.
It was absolutely the last thing anyone should say to Garrick Evans.
Ivan was quickly ejected from the store, as it was the only word that could describe how fast Garrick moved to throttle the young man. Had Gregory not been shellshocked like the weakling he was, he likely would have noticed the fact that Garrick all but bared his fangs. Instead he watched with wide eyes, more terrified of Garrick now than ever before. Without a word, sure now that Ivan would never set foot in the Armory again, Garrick went about closing the store, Gregory falling into place beside him. Doing it yourself was, sometimes, the only way to ensure it was done properly.
As he locked the door to the Armory, Garrick was still fuming, wondering if the boy knew how lucky he was to still be alive. If nothing else, Garrick should have killed him for getting the lyric "I've got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one" stuck in his head.
So much for "uneventful."