8. Getting the Job Done

Victor

I pull up outside of the apartment complex and scowl at the disgusting state of it. Tony sure doesn't know how to take care of it, even though he took a large loan to renovate the place. I wonder where all that money went.

Meh, it doesn't matter where they went. Tony's time has run out, and that's all I care about now.

I walk up the dingy stairwell, walking straight to apartment 3B.

"Want me to break the door down, Boss?" Marco asks.

"Nah, no need to be rude." I shake my head and knock on the door gently.

After a moment, the door opens slightly, revealing a young man with greasy hair and bloodshot eyes. He looks nervous as he peeks out at us.

"Who are you?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly.

"I'm here to see Tony," I reply, giving him a warm smile.

The young man hesitates, eyeing me warily. "Tony's not here," he finally says.

I arch an eyebrow. "Is that so? Mind if I come in and wait for him?"

The young man looks like he's about to refuse, but then he seems to think better