Regis had recently come to power as a politician, he was now the Mayor of a city state, something he had always wanted in his life. Since his ‘promotion’ there had been a lot of talk at how quickly he had managed to gain support, as well as how he had managed to get the position when others had spent far more years campaigning for this. They were all valid questions, but no one seemed to know the answer. Regis wasn’t the eldest running in the campaign, of course there had been others with more [i]experience[/i], but he was reaching the age 50, hair turning silver in places. The people seemed to like him but as with all politicians they knew how to appease the masses. Promises had been made but not only to the public but to something more sinister behind closed doors. Regis knew he had no hope when it came to winning this campaign but he felt he deserved it, why should someone else run the city? To him it was absurd, and he was quite the stern man, not above the law when it came to what he wanted so he had made a deal. 

A deal that he knew deep down he would live to regret. 

Sighing heavily to himself as he was sat at his new desk within his office, he pushed some papers aside, it was something to do with plans for a new school. He would worry about that later. Grey eyes glanced to clock that sat just next to a photo of his daughter and his late wife. [i]They will be here soon[/i]. Thoughts ran through his mind as he was about to meet with the one that had handed him this position on a silver platter, although he didn’t look it, he felt nervous. He hadn’t been able to pay them back in the agreed time frame and he knew what happened to those who couldn’t.

“Father, your Eight PM appointment is here.” 

Hearing the buzzer of the phone from his desk and the sound of his daughter’s voice he sighed heavily as he reached down to his cabinet pulling out a bottle of whiskey. This would require a stiff drink. “Send them in.” 

Looking up he saw three figures enter and the silhouette of his daughter leave. This was a later appointment than usual, but he knew she would wait for him to return home. “Good evening, I trust the journey was well?” Even as he spoke, he felt the small talk approach had been stupid, of course he could be polite but at the end of the day he needed to pay them back their money as agreed. “I… drink?” Pouring out some more whiskey for his newly arrived guests he only felt like he was stalling for the inevitable. 

“I need more time, I honestly thought I’d have the funds to you by now.” His voice was a whisper but he knew there was no use for excuses. It was better to discuss it sooner rather than later. 

Without even saying thanks Evan moved forward picking up a glass of whiskey himself, giving it a sniff, he could tell it wasn’t the cheap kind. Taking a sip of the liquid he moved back slightly to lean against the wall, sure he was the right-hand man to his boss, but he never meddled when it came to the important clients. The littler ones sure, he would deal with but then that sort of money was only even in the thousands but this debt. This was higher. It had taken a lot of resourcing to get this position secured, Evan had remembered how much of a pain it had been for him to do. “Although we have money to spend on… what would you say? Around a £500 bottle of whiskey?” He was only guessing but when he had tasted the drink it was clear this was fine quality. 

“A-Ah! That is… well a necessity to please the more, higher clients!” Regis hid the shock at how one of the members who had been bought along had guessed the price of his whiskey. He could feel himself getting rather hot under the collar but he kept his composure, he couldn’t show them any form of weakness.