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hybriddick) wrote2016-03-23 01:42 am
hybriddick) wrote2016-03-23 01:42 am
For deeth
This assignment was really starting to give Oliver a headache. It just didn't make any sense to him. But he was determined to at least see it to some sort of conclusion. And of course it started with Cooke. These days it always seemed to involve Cooke in some way. Running his mouth about strange broadcasts and impossible things happening to people. The most recent tall tale was about a rogue sex toy that was attacking random people. He'd dismissed it as the ravings of a junkie who couldn't tell fact from fiction.
That is, until a young woman came to him with deep concern about the company she worked for. She claimed that the head of her company had been spying on her and her girlfriend and she wanted to know why before she tried to pursue further action. When she told him both the name of the company and the man she was accusing, for a moment it was like all of the air was sucked out of the room. Could Cooke's wild tales have some grain of truth to them?
At the very least, there was such a place as Kakos Industries and there was a man named Corin Deeth. Which is how Oliver ended up in a well appointed office of a powerful CEO. It had taken charm, flirting, outright lying, and a little old fashioned sneaking to get in there, but every other method had failed. The man himself was off doing god knows what, so Oliver took his time looking over the room. This place had to be a joke. A company that flaunted how evil it was? Not even the most vile corporations were ballsy enough to do that.
Oliver stood with his hands in his pockets, inspecting the plaque spoofing on the typical "See no evil" slogan. He was just over six feet tall, slender, sporting wild dark hair with silver at the temples. He had a dark blazer open over a rumpled white shirt, and dark slacks. He was a rather unassuming looking man, very out of place in the office.
That is, until a young woman came to him with deep concern about the company she worked for. She claimed that the head of her company had been spying on her and her girlfriend and she wanted to know why before she tried to pursue further action. When she told him both the name of the company and the man she was accusing, for a moment it was like all of the air was sucked out of the room. Could Cooke's wild tales have some grain of truth to them?
At the very least, there was such a place as Kakos Industries and there was a man named Corin Deeth. Which is how Oliver ended up in a well appointed office of a powerful CEO. It had taken charm, flirting, outright lying, and a little old fashioned sneaking to get in there, but every other method had failed. The man himself was off doing god knows what, so Oliver took his time looking over the room. This place had to be a joke. A company that flaunted how evil it was? Not even the most vile corporations were ballsy enough to do that.
Oliver stood with his hands in his pockets, inspecting the plaque spoofing on the typical "See no evil" slogan. He was just over six feet tall, slender, sporting wild dark hair with silver at the temples. He had a dark blazer open over a rumpled white shirt, and dark slacks. He was a rather unassuming looking man, very out of place in the office.
no subject
If it were not the middle of the afternoon, he might suspect a few things about this man. But daylight ensured none of those were possible. So what was this guy's game, then? Usually the creepy behavior of higher ups came from older men. Those who had lost their edge and could no longer properly attract what or who they wanted. This guy looked like the sort who could get anyone he wanted. But that wouldn't necessarily preclude him from being a predator of some sort. Maybe he took the supposed evil stance of his company too far and was out to be an actual monster.
"Oliver Flynn, Private Detective," he said without offering any other sort of greeting. "This is quite the company you've got here, slick. Never seen anything quite like it."
no subject
He slid the sunglasses off his face, threw them into a drawer. He liked the sunglasses usually for giving him that certain detached evil look about him, but he needed to study this man properly without anything in the way.
"I don't think I've ever met a real private detective before. I'm a little disappointed you don't have a trench coat on," he cracked a little smile to himself and leaned back in the chair again, "Are you investigating something within the walls of my business?"