Acquaintances
“Jones I've already told you. There is no way in hell I would just hand over my business over to you,” Greg tells his acquaintance.
“I promise you won't regret it Greg. Don't think of it as just handing over your business. Think of it as a small business such as yours merging into an empire,” Mr.Jones smirked.
“Empire? Jones everyone knows what you’ve done around here, but empire. I’ve heard stories about that big head of yours, but I believe it just might be larger than the stories described,” Greg commented.
“Dad why are you even listening to this guy? Forget him we don’t need some old man from Jersey telling us what we should do,” Greg’s son chimmned in.
“Junior, shut your mouth now,” Greg snapped at his offspring.
“No dad. You expect me to just here while I watch you hand over my business,” the boy cried out.
“Your business?” Mr. Jones sat up in his chair.
“Jones, don’t,” Greg pleaded.
Mr.Jones holds up his hand to his friend and flashes him a wild smile. Greg slowly drops his head into his hand. Jones turns to junior, “Now as I was saying. Your business?”
“Yeah, Eric my business,” the boy responded. Greg’s head pops up from off his hand and looks at his son then at Jones, and back to his son. “That’s right I know all about you Eric. You don’t scare me. You’re an old man playing in a young man’s world. If you’re as smart as everyone says you are then you would know that it’s about time for you to buy a one way ticket to Florida,” Junior said full heartedly.
Mr.Jones sat back in his chair and dug through his coat pocket as he was doing so Greg started to apologize for his sons behavior. Mr. Jones just continued to dig through his coat pocket staring at junior the whole time. “Junior apologize to Mr. Jones immediately,” Greg demanded. Junior just sat there stuck in Jones’s glare. Greg went to go slap his son in the back of the head but Jones stopped him from doing so without even breaking eye contact with the boy.
“Please Jones don’t hurt him. He’s just a stupid kid,” Greg continued to plead. Jones continued digging around in his coat pocket his stare unchanging. Finally Mr. Jones pulls out a shiny gold box with a fancy J on it. He opens the box and pulls out a cigarette and puts it in his mouth. Junior leans forward and lights the cigarette for him. Then he gets up from his seat and grabs Jones an ashtray and leaves the room.
Jones looks over at Greg and says, “I hate kids.”