(.) would that ease you?"

His hands went up defensively.

"Woah son, Do you think I'm a coward to kill a man with chemicals?" Asking him as he stood up from his seat.

"I'm letting you go after I get my answers, I'll drop you off at your home safely." Explaing to him.

"If I take a pill to show you that it isn't poison(.)

"It's easy when you can give anyone in a government position some money good son."

Looking up at him seeing the anxiety. Reaching under his desk placing a soda on his desk along with an anxiety pill after.

"Thrown in huh? Listen take that you'll be fine. I have anxiety myself."

(.)rubbish bin?" Asking him bluntly. His eyes calm but intense. "Who are you with?"

Interrogating his hands occupied themselves with paperwork for other operations he had going.

Edward walked upstairs to the office he set up above the business; Going to the chair he bought behind a ebony wood desk. Sitting on the leather office chair.

The associates slammed him down on the folding chair that was set and the bag ripped off his head.

"Why are digging through the(.)

"Businessman, I deal in various things."

Explaining as he adjusted his coat slightly so it wasn't fitting awkwardly on his frame. Getting his cigarette holder out from the inner pocket of said coat.

"If you ask how I know your name, I read a lot of modeling magazines. Odd guilty pleasure I suppose."

A soft laugh left him hearing her question.

"That's fair, A side hustle is a good thing if you can do it right."

(.)the others head quickly and dragged out.

"Guess I'm not Max but you Mr. Lipschitz have some answers for questions I need to ask."

The gentleman said pointing to his associates then him.

"You don't know me but you'll know who I am soon enough." Adding on.

"Bag his head." Telling the taller one as a bag was thrown over(.)

"Just getting done with a business meeting."

Total lie by the way, He just did an execution of a drug runner that stole his product of choice. Mary Jane.

Adjusting his tie.

"What've you been up to miss Akiyama?"

Ahh such a gentleman even when after committing such a heinous crime.

(.)driving off.

Going back to reading the paper.

An SUV pulled into the bus stop as he stood up from his seat, Closing the paper up approaching it.

Someone presumably one of his workers opened the door of the backseat of the vehicle.

"Thank you, Francis."

Telling them as he entered the back and the door shutting right behind him before(.)

His left leg went over the right in a relaxed position. Grabbing a news paper; Opening it up and read it.

"At least she apologized." Mumbling to himself.

"Don't worry about it. I can get a different seat."

The brit said with a kind smile, Going to a different chair sitting on it.