Masterplan

Beads of sweat formed on Nick's forehead, and he was wearing a slightly anxious grin as he answered, "Boss, you put me in a tough spot. I can't make the money I owe you in three days, or even one week. You know that. That's why you sent your men after me, right? So, just push it to the end of the month; let's see what'll happen by then. I have some things I want to delve into. I'm not running. I'll pay you your money but it can't be now."

Boss Falco licked his chap lips and looked away, shaking his head, a smile playing on his lips, almost amused. He couldn't believe someone like Nick was threatening him.

He scoffed. "You hurt my men, insulted me to my face, dared to kick me in the balls, and spat on my face. Would you let you go?"

Nick sighed. "Okay, fair point. But none of that would have happened if you treated me like a human, instead of a body filled with organs you want to sell."