Post by Ivaret on May 4, 2005 8:02:53 GMT -8
"Mr. Mohammad, I don't need to remind you the ramifications behind my clients desire to own the building.." The tailor quietly listened to the other voice on the phone, and sighed to himself. It was easier to kill the man, but harder to get a building bought.
"No, no. Don't start speaking to me in that tone of voice. If you wish for me to respect you, you -will- respect me. Understand?" His voice held a sheen of ice, then he nodded his head.
"Of course, stress is a horrible thing. Let me take it off your shoulders. Allow me to.. alleviate, if only a little of it, your stress." A smirk, and a roll of his eyes.
"Mr. Mohammad, I'm sorry, but unfortunately I cannot do business with you today. Your asking price is by far to large to out right purchase. I shall, however, be sending you the first months rent." He promised and hung up the phone.
The next call, was to a collection agency in Renton. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Sharp? Yes, this is Harvey Ganit." There's a pause. "Mmhmm. Yes, that's it exactly."
Another pause, before Harvey raised a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Of course you shall recieve my appreciation. And, I shall add a bonus to your check, so to speak, should you do this quickly." He finished.
"Yes, that's right. I don't care which bank, merely that the needed amount is roughly around a hundred thousand. Give or take." Harvey glanced down at his watch then pinched at his nose again.
"It's not your business to know, Mr. Sharp. It's simply your job to do as you're told. If you don't like that, or think that you are treated unfairly, then we do not have to do business. However, you are trying my patience. So, either arrange this information into your collections, or we no longer have business to discuss." His voice an iron dirk, stabbing through the phone, bringing back blood.
"Very well, I was hoping you'd say that. His name is Sharef Muhammad. His home phone number is two-zero-six, seven-six-six, eighteen-thirty-five. He lives in Bellevue, obviously, I'm sure with that information you could find a substantial amount of information about Mr. Muhammad. I want his credit all but shredded." He then hung up.
"No, no. Don't start speaking to me in that tone of voice. If you wish for me to respect you, you -will- respect me. Understand?" His voice held a sheen of ice, then he nodded his head.
"Of course, stress is a horrible thing. Let me take it off your shoulders. Allow me to.. alleviate, if only a little of it, your stress." A smirk, and a roll of his eyes.
"Mr. Mohammad, I'm sorry, but unfortunately I cannot do business with you today. Your asking price is by far to large to out right purchase. I shall, however, be sending you the first months rent." He promised and hung up the phone.
The next call, was to a collection agency in Renton. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Sharp? Yes, this is Harvey Ganit." There's a pause. "Mmhmm. Yes, that's it exactly."
Another pause, before Harvey raised a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Of course you shall recieve my appreciation. And, I shall add a bonus to your check, so to speak, should you do this quickly." He finished.
"Yes, that's right. I don't care which bank, merely that the needed amount is roughly around a hundred thousand. Give or take." Harvey glanced down at his watch then pinched at his nose again.
"It's not your business to know, Mr. Sharp. It's simply your job to do as you're told. If you don't like that, or think that you are treated unfairly, then we do not have to do business. However, you are trying my patience. So, either arrange this information into your collections, or we no longer have business to discuss." His voice an iron dirk, stabbing through the phone, bringing back blood.
"Very well, I was hoping you'd say that. His name is Sharef Muhammad. His home phone number is two-zero-six, seven-six-six, eighteen-thirty-five. He lives in Bellevue, obviously, I'm sure with that information you could find a substantial amount of information about Mr. Muhammad. I want his credit all but shredded." He then hung up.