ONE (1/1)

♛ 老板 ♛ For Kris, nothing was hard to achieve as long as you worked for it. Laziness was at the bottom of his tolerance chain and he drew his strength from taking it out of others. Being at the top of the chain of an extremely low-lying but well-known drug company (with a side of prostitution just to roll in a bit of extra cash) was difficult and required painstaking attention to detail, knowing who to trust and who definitely not to trust as well as having not just good, but exemplary connections that never failed and were as secretive as him. Not to mention politeness. That was just a habit of his; good manners never hurt anyone and saying please was always appreciated in his books.  His company, WuFan Private Dealings, dealt an array of specific drugs at a markup somewhat higher than that of the black markets; but he ensured customers returned to him with the guarantee of quantity and purity of his products. One would never receive a bad dealing, they would be meticulously sorted in his office’s workhouse, before being moved to a separate team to be discreetly packaged and sorted to order. Kris had powerful connections with some of the leading drug-cartel owners that sold and controlled their own dealings internally and professionally; all of whom Kris knew in person.    WuFan Private Dealings also dealt in the prostitution of both men and women. He didn't know them up close and personally, preferring to keep his reputation clean and high, above the scene of the undercity of Chinese life; but he had three large cabinets containing files on each and every employee he had ever hired, indirectly or otherwise, with enough detail and information on every person to make even his head spin. He read through them twice a month and never hesitated to cut out a frayed end. And so he, Kris Wu (closely known as Yifan) sat in his black office chair  three stories up in his own building and in his own room. Pristine walls to match a pristine desk and a clean, crisp suit which he wore over his tall and devastatingly masculine frame. He busily typed on his computer; He was being ordered to send out a fresh shipment of cocaine along with LSD from his newer stock within the next week as three particular (and older) customers were getting more tight-lipped with him for reasons he didn’t want to ask for. His job wasn’t to be nosy, it was to be discreet and on time and that was all. He emailed two of his business partners (Two was always better than one, in case one couldn't deliver) giving the type name, amount and initial price offering and a few curt promises of dinner and a 'talk' as soon as their schedules allowed them.  "Sir?" a head popped round the frosted glass door to his office. He sighed, cracked his knuckles and beckoned for the person to come in. One he looked up, he saw it was his assistant and close to second in command, Minseok.

"Yes Minseok, what is it?" came Kris' slightly bored sounding reply, eyes flicking across his screen to analyse the profits of their most recent transactions.

"Mr. Xiao is getting rather... vexed that his shipment hasn't come in yet, and he's threatening violence" Minseok reads off a clipboard, eyebrows furrowed. Kris sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Tell him not to worry. We'll have Yixing to deliver it to him tomorrow personally, since he loved his dimple so much the last time they crossed paths. He'll have it by 3pm