Ruined Business

[Jacket]

Ig was stopped at the door by Hulgom's words that came out of his mouth.

"Ig, this better be important business that you want to share. If it's just a pathetic idea your offering to me then get out of my office and get to work!" Hulgom boomed in a demanding manner and waited for Ig's response.

"I-I swear Hulgom, this is important!" Ig said still in a nervous wreck trying to get here alive.

Hulgom stayed silent to hear what Ig had to tell him.

"I've got bad news; Neon Nights Club was raided single handily by some prime," Ig pronounced and shut his eyes tightly waiting for Hulgom's temper rain upon him.

"What the fuck did you just said to me. You better have mispronounced what you just fucking said to me now," Hulgom reacted but didn't burst out in anger but instead in a low angry tone that sent shivers down Ig's spine.

"Listen we tried stopping him the best we could, but that motherfucker had to be some skilled hitman or commando of something," Ig defended his point but saying the word "tried" built Hulgom's temper.

"Tried? TRIIIIEEEED!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE WORKING FOR YOU FUCKING PIECE OF DOG SHIT LAZ-YASS DUMB FUUUUCK!!!!!" Hulgom stood up and slammed his hand down on the desk with a threatening bang, screaming in rage with a deep threatening voice that made Ig know that he fucked up this time.

The lieutenant sat back down in his chair with a hard landing but still had a frustrated face.

"Please tell me that you got the money that our client was going to pay us tonight," Hulgom uttered his words in a tired manner then rubbing his forehead.

Ig gulped at the situation he was in for. He could tell a lie or the truth but if he told a lie, Hulgom would find out sooner or later. There was no choice but to say the truth or if he didn't, his boss would turn him into dog meat. Hulgom tapped his finger on the desk and waited for a response from Ig who stood there awkwardly.

"I'm going to repeat myself for one final time. Where… is… the… fucking… money," Hulgom growled slamming a fist on his desk causing the desk to quake from his powerful strength.

"W-well, I-I-I-I… Y-you, see… The prime took it…" Ig said in defeat with his hung low and awaited for the consequences.

Hulgom just sat there at his desk and was beyond anger to furious. This time, he didn't scream at the top of his lungs instead got up from his chair and turned away from Ig. He faced the window while standing next to his executive's chair. A dead silence fell upon them for two minutes but suddenly, Hulgom grabbed the chair next to him with a strong grip.

"GRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Hulgom roared while throwing the chair with brutal strength and making it go airborne to crash into the wide window. Glass shattered, and the chair fell all the way down.  The chair got destroyed by impacted the ground so hard, but nobody got hurt.

This has been the final straw for Hulgom since his properties were being destroyed somehow by someone. His drug trade, weapons cache, then his recent club that was paying for protection. Ig stood there in shock and waited for what Hulgom had to say next. Hulgom turned around and faced him with a glare that he gave to everyone in when he was disappointed with them. The young orc wasn't too sure to say that he saved the camera feed for him to see who has been doing all of this. After that outburst, they could hear the wind howl softly because of the broken window.

"Ig, let me refresh your mind. I'm Hulgom. Hulgom goddamn Fisteye. Now, you may know this, but I don't settle with triers. I want doers. If I don't have the money you know what happens to me, yes?" Hulgom said to Ig while turning around to face him but the young orc was fearing for his life what he just got into and he shook his head as a no.

"My Boss will want to know why the hell I'm not doing my job but here's the thing. It wasn't my fault that I didn't get the money but your fault, Ig and I hate being blamed on situations that I never caused but today I'm not gonna kill you because I know you can do better than this." Hulgom explained to Ig which gave a little relief for Ig knowing that his life isn't going to end today.

"The good news is that I got the USB here that has the camera feed and you can finally see the fucking prick who's been causing this mess in the first place." Ig cheered up and walked over to Hulgom's desk then fiddled around in his jacket's pocket for the USB drive.

He took the USB drive out of his pocket and gave it to Hulgom's arm the reached out to grab the USB. Hulgom examined the device then grabbed a laptop out of his desk then set it up. The computer booted up quick and he mashed the driver into the USB port. He searched in his files to find the USB's data which didn't take him long. His finger clicked the mouse pad to open a recorded camera feed of the club. He fast forwarded it to bypass normal footage that was happening. Suddenly, he stopped the fast forwarding and played the video at a normal speed since Hulgom caught something strange on the camera feed. A masked killer walked out on the scene and began killing his men left to right. When the camera feed was about to come to an end, Hulgom watched the part when Jacket murdered the club owner than stole the money.

The orc lieutenant focused back to Ig after watching the footage. A bluish glow from the computer screen can be seen reflecting off the veteran orc's face.

"So, this is the bastard that has been ruining my properties then." Hulgom quoted while looking back at the frozen screen of Jacket about to walk out of the office with his money.

They couldn't really identify his face since Jacket's identity was covered up from his rubber chicken mask.

"This motherfuckin' chicken is definitely going to fry," Hulgom said in a deep menacing tone while standing at his desk, looking down at Ig who was two feet smaller than him.