Post by duncanaries on Apr 23, 2020 14:23:32 GMT -5
Time is but an illusion, but money, the capitalistic dream, that my friends, is forever.
Las Vegas, NV 12:45pm MT
Emotion: Indifference Is The New In
The bungalow of one Blair Sigma sits high above the lights and sounds of Las Vegas, quiet, quaint, and yet palatial. The windows are open in the place as a beautiful sunny breeze comes in. There, sitting in a chair before two open balcony windows is the man himself. Sigma fixes the ring on his right finger, a single onyx stone. Sigma blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette out into the air, putting the remains of it out in a black ashtray nearby. Sigma admires his cufflinks, the man clad like a true professional in the finest threads. We hear the ticking of a clock, the camera cutting quick to a grandfather clock in the room, and then back to Sigma who takes a breath and through furrowed brows speaks to us.
"If nothing else is made perfectly clear right now, there is one of utmost importance, kiddos. At the end of the day, I am friends with no one. I don't hold anyone in any kind of respect because every connection I make in my life is strictly a business one. My respect, my due diligence, my vigilance to the cause, as it were, is strictly determined by the amount of money in my account at the end of said transaction. So, with that known, none of this should come as a shock to any of you, least of which you, Solomon Graham."
"You see, I am taking no blame for your ego, your arrogance, and your lack of respect for your paid help, you diligent little assassin, yeah, that's what I was, wasn't I, Sol? It's too bad really, you got lazy, got caught up in other bullshit, and forgot to pay the help. Furthermore, you forgot to tip the man who was doing his best to keep you out of hot water."
Sigma straightens his tie, letting the warm sunlight cover his face. He clicks his tongue.
"I've always felt, in my line of work, that if an employer fails to pay up to me, the shooter, the bender, the stretcher, the breaker, then that's a break down in communication. That's a lack of respect on your end, Solomon. So what am I supposed to do, huh? Risk my neck for a guy who never appreciated me? Bust my ass for a guy who never wanted me to shine brighter than him? Put my better judgment aside for a piece of shit that just wanted to keep me under his thumb? I'm not stupid, slick. It's no secret. I'm the kind of shark that, man I'll tell ya, you want in your aquarium, not swimming around in your pool, if you follow me. But a shark like me, Sol, it has to get paid, and paid handsomely. My talents, my skills, they don't come cheap, and unfortunately for you, business waits for no one. I grew tired of waiting for you to wake the fuck up, man."
"Greatness, as far as Blair Sigma goes, must be forged the old fashioned way. Grit. Determination. Honing those already razor sharp skills. I can assure you this, Solomon Graham, what happened when I left your ass to the wolves, that is nothing, sir, nothing compared to what I will do to you if you try pursuing some kind of, oh I don't know, receipt, for what I did to you. Own up to something in your pathetic life, Solomon. We had a deal, you broke it. Like the saying goes, you get what you paid for. In this case, what you failed to do, you cheap piece of human garbage."
Sigma stands, walking towards his balcony.
"The winds of change are coming, Solomon, and I intend on being in the thick of things going forward. Sigma's Law is going to justify the means to the end of so much bullshit in this place. I answer to no one but me now, and what that means, quite frankly, is whatever Blair Sigma wants."
He turns slightly, with a smirk.
"He gets."
And with that, Sigma saunters out of frame, as we fade out.