Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen

I think back to yesterday and realize that I had completely gone beezerk. I'm lying in the backseat of my car, as the first rays of sun appear, and just think.

Greg slapped Fay. 

I don't even know if she's okay. She could still be lying on that same exact spot, alone, crying with a bright red f*****g hand mark on her...

I sigh. 

I'd kill him? Where the hell did that come from? 

I'm not capable of murder. The last thing I need is more blood on my hands, much less Greg's. Besides, he's not worth all the effort. The b*****d deserves long lasting pain. Death is too easy. 

Wenn, who sat snoring in driver's seat, stirred a bit. 

I don't pay him no mind. Instead, I swiftly exit the car and lean my head on the cool, metal exterior. 

I would have stayed like that for day's if it wasn't for the sound of my ringtone going off at this very moment.

I groaned, just fed up with everything right now, yet I still answer. 

"Dominic." I answer into the phone." 

"Yeah, hi. This is Gunther Davis. I was told that a Dominic wanted to talk to me?" 

I stand up straighter, clearing my voice. 

"Um yeah, can we meet somewhere?" 

It wasn't long before I had the address imprinted in my head and Wenn shoved in the back seat before driving off. It took less than 20 minutes to get there and apparently there is at a nearby park, not far from his resort. 

I didn't hesitate getting out of the car, and heading straight for the lamp post, where he said he would meet me. Surely enough, there he stood, in light cargo pants, a tut shirt and a vest. He seemed very professional, yet had a calm and at ease demeanor. He most certainly had a strong build, like a bodyguard on steroids and the way Thomas had described him, I expected no less, but there was something about the guy that seemed, I don't know... almost friendly. 

This thought helps a little but I still feel like s**t for leaving Fay behind like that, not to mention my death threat Greg probably heard. So the last thing I need, is the energy to con an innocent rich man into working with Thomas. In fact the damn guy deserved the truth. Well, as far as the truth will allow me.

I willed myself to step forward.  Gunther immediately saw me. I didn't waste time approaching him and I held my hand out with an unprofessional face. 

"I'm Dominic List, I work under a d********g called Thomas Troyer and his stupid company. Neither less, the d********g sent me here, to con you into helping our cooperation, but truth is, I think the boss is just after your money." 

And just like that, Gunther was laughing. In fact, he was laughing so hard that I couldn't help but smile timidly and wait for him to stop. 

Gunther to a few exasperated gasp before talking again, a smile wide on his face. 

"You're quite frank son. I like it." 

Gunther walked and found a park bench, inviting me to come sit down with him. 

"Did you drive all the way here just to tell me that? Because I assure you, I would have reacted the same even if we were on the phone." 

I roll my eyes. 

"No doubt."  I turn to face him. "I'm here to convince you to help Thomas do some shady work and I was going to do it quite convincingly, but then yesterday happened and now I feel like s**t, and to be all quite honest, working for Thomas just sucks. I decided that you at least needed to know what kind of manipulative b*****d Tom is first before you start all the shady s**t with 'em." 

Gunther laughed again, not as big as the first one, but it was a laugh neither less. 

"Dude. your honesty is brutal. Unlike the other, manipulative b******s, Greg had sent to me in the past decade." 

I brush the fallen hair out of my eyes. "He sent others?" I asked.

I'm not completely surprised, just, shocked a little on how desperate Thomas is to get this guy into his company.

"Yeah, that Tom guy is a loon. But i'm relentless though, he ain't going to break me, my minds set." 

I nod into the distance. 

I knew I wasn't going to change his mind, hell I didn't want him to change his mind. I liked him. He seemed like a cool dude. What Thomas is doing doesn't seem right. The least I could do is just warn this Gunther dude of that. 

Yet, I might as well call myself as unemployed because there is no way, Greg is going to keep me after this. I'm surprised that that thought saddens me. I liked my job, I just didn't like the people, including Thomas. 

"Hey, Dominic?" 

I shake myself out of my thoughts and mumble out an apology as I turned to face Gunther again. 

"Sorry. I kind of got distracted back there." 

Gunther shook his head. 

"Don't sweat it. Um... look, I've been on break for who know's how long and I'm thinking of stretching it longer." 

I look at him confusingly. 

"Yeah?" I said not knowing why he was telling me this. 

"The thing is, I can't. I need to give my boss an extension letter, but I've tried and I have trouble convincing him on paper, you see, I'm not much of a fluent writer." 

I'm still confused, but I can guess what he's asking me to do. 

"You wan't me to write a letter to your boss?" I asked. 

"Yes," he answered. "Supposing you know how to write a kick a*s convincing letter like you told me just now." 

"Yeah, but why me?" I asked, voicing my thoughts. 

"There's just something, I don't know, real about you. You're down to earth, and by what you just told me, you've got some real spunk."

He slapped my back. 

I slightly cringed. 

It was obvious then that he didn't know his own strength.

"So what do you say?" 

I shifted my feet under me. 

"Um, yeah, I guess, but Tom--" 

"Let me handle Thomas, you just write that damned letter, Kay? I owe you one, really. I bet that cheap Tom don't pay you guy's enough huh?" He chuckled. "Well, either way, here's my number."

He starts to take out a piece of paper and hand it over to me. 

"I'll look into you Dominic." he says standing up now. 

I follow his example and stand up after him, pocketing the number as I do so. 

"Thanks."

"No problem. Oh and... don't disappoint me, or else." Gunther winked. 

I smirked. 

"Want me to start calling you boss too?" 

Gunther just shook his head and smiled. 

"Call me anything but that." 

Gunther then took off, leaving me in the now brightly lighten sky. 

"It was then when Wenn called from inside the car. 

"Yo, dude, this is freaky man. I just dream of a park and it looks just like this one."

I roll my eyes. 

"Moron."