The Return Of The God of War

5

Duke stands up angrily and walks out of the office even though Melody is screaming for him not to.  

He walks down the hall and ignores the look that he is getting because of the angry snare on his face.  

He keeps walking until he looks up and sees one of the bank workers walking toward him. He looks timid, or maybe she is just a really shy person.  

He caves in towards her and she stops in her tracks and takes a few steps back as if she is scared of him.  

" Can you please point me in the way of the bathroom?" He requests.  

She nods and points at the fourth floor from them. He nods and thanks her, walking towards it.  

He turns the knob and shuts it behind him. He hits the door and grunts, trying so hard to swallow all his anger.  

He walks around, kicking the doors open to make sure that he is alone and he is.  

He takes out his phone and dials Bloom's number, Bloom is always at his service so he picks it up at the first ring.  

" Boss, it's all fine?" Bloom inquires. " Did it go well?" 

"Turns out that poor people go through hell. " Duke murmurs. " How could he treat me like I'm some kind of trash? What disrespect?" 

"I'm sorry, boss, that's the reality of what the average class passes through. " Bloom sighs. " I can come to the bank right now if you need me. Have you changed your mind about the loan?" 

" No. " Duke wipes his jaw. " I know that this manager is trying so hard to piss me off, but I am not going to reveal my identity yet. I just need you to do one thing for me. " 

" Anything, boss, I am right here. " Bloom declares.  

" Good. I want you to get me the number of the president of this bank because this manager must be dealt with. " Duke instructs. " And if he is just as senseless, then I buy this stupid bank. " 

"On it boss. "  

Duke hears clicking sounds at the other end of the phone, he knows that he is already working on it.  

"Got it, boss." Bloom answers. " His name is Thomas Jean, do you need me to speak to him?" 

"No, send me his number, I will do that myself. " Duke insists.  

"Okay, boss. I have forwarded his number to you. " Bloom answers.  

"Okay, Bloom, you are the best. " Duke drops the phone.  

As soon as he does so, his phone rings and a message comes in. It contains the number of the president of the bank.  

Duke dials the number and runs his hand through his hair. He knows that if he gets mad enough, he is going to pour it out to the president.  

The president picks up almost immediately, or rather, his secretary.  

"Hi, you have reached Mister Thomas Jean, the president of the top bank, how may I help you? " The secretary's voice sounds.  

It's small like that of a Canary and manages to annoy the hell out of Duke.  

" Can you give the phone to your boss, I am not interested in speaking to his secretary. " Duke growls.  

She scoffs, clearly offended by what he has said, but she doesn't do as he said.  

" And who are you?" She rudely asks.  

" Trust me, you don't want to know that you have the biggest regret of your life, now give the phone to your boss. " He tells her.  

She is wise because she listens. In a few seconds, she handed the phone to her boss.  

" Thomas Jean speaking, who is this?" The male voice sounds.  

" Someone who has a really big problem with you because of your choice of a bank manager, who the hell picks a lunatic to deal with his customers?" Duke asks.  

" Sorry, who is this?" Mister Thomas questions. " And what are you talking about?" 

" This is General Duke Dawson. " Duke exhales.  

He can hear Mister Thomas jump out of his seat and hear his breath racing.  

" General Dawson, I'm sorry sir." Mister Thomas stammers. " I'm sure that whatever the problem is, we can fix it. " 

" How about you come down to the bank and see for yourself? " Duke asks. " Mind you, not many people know me as the major here so keep it to yourself. " 

"I will do that, great sir. " Mister Thomas answers. " I am at a meeting but I am ending it right now and I am on my way to the bank as we speak. " 

" Good. " Duke nods. " Till then. " 

He ends the call and drops the phone in his pocket as he leaves the bathroom, he has been there for a while.  

He looks around and notices that Melody is strolling around, craning her neck to catch a possible glimpse at something or someone.  

The anger inside of him rises to his throat when he remembers that the stupid man was trying to get a fuck with his wife right in his presence. If he has his way, he is going to beat the man up so badly that he won't be able to walk again.  

"Melody." He calls. She turns around and sighs when she notices him.   

She pushes her hair behind her ear as she walks towards him, she looks relieved now that she has seen him. She takes his hand as soon as she gets to him.  

" Oh, thank God. " She sighs. " I thought you were so angry and you left. " 

" Angry, I am. " He points out. " But I won't leave here without you. " 

" Come on, we have to go back. " She tells him. " Maybe if we beg him enough, he is going to give us the loan. He must be mad now that we left, let's go back. "   

She gives him a little tug and he comes with her, a sigh escapes his lips.  

They go back to the office to find out that Mister Maxwell is so angry at them.  

" You. " He points at Duke angrily. " Just who the fuck do you think you are? If you think that you can talk back to me with that poverty-stricken mouth of yours, I am going to show you. " 

"Please. " Melody is on the verge of dropping to her knees to beg. " Please, he just had to go to the bathroom. " 

" Of course he did!" Mister Maxwell mocks. " How are we sure if he has a working rod down there? " 

" Excuse me?" Duke frowns, he wants to take this man and fling him out of the window right now.  

" You heard me right, you sick son of a bitch. " 

Okay, Duke is not having any of it anymore. He takes a step towards Mister Maxwell but Melody grabs his hand and pulls him into her arms.  

"Please, don't fight him. " She begs him. " Let's just go with the flow and get this loan."  

He looks and sees the tears in her eyes, the fear, and he keeps calm, he knows that he can't hurt her. He nods and she lets go of him, he doesn't attack the man anymore.  

" I guess I will have to wait for the president, then. " Duke sighs. " This manager is a total dickhead. " 

Mister Maxwell laughs and throws his head back.  

" And this dickhead is the only one who can get you the loan that you are looking for. " Mister Maxwell reminds him. " Just how do you intern to do that without kissing my feet?" 

"Manager, not president. " Duke smiles. " You are not going to be laughing when this is over. " 

Maxwell leans back against his seat and snickers some more.  

" How could you have gotten the number of the president?" He laughs. " Even if you did, he is my uncle and there is nothing that can be done to me. " 

Duke shakes his head, he has never seen someone so full of himself before.  

Maxwell sees that Duke is not so interested in his rant anymore so he turns to Melody who looks terrified.  

" Good madam, I am willing to overlook what your stupid husband and go ahead with the deal. " Mister Maxwell smiles at her.  

" Thank you, sir. " She smiles with hope and relief. " We will do anything you ask." 

" But sadly, because of his unruly behavior, the deal has been slightly changed. " A wicked smile has crept up the corner of his lips. " You are going to have to fuck me for two months. " 

Melody's face turns with and she takes a step back. Duke has been keeping his calm for a while because he told Melody that he would, but right now he is done with that.  

He walks forward and grabs the man from his chair and flings him across the wall. Maxwell falls with a loud groan of pain and Melody screams.  

Duke grabs him roughly and punches him across his face that a trail of blood flies off.  

He kicks him in his chest and he falls over, the door and falls outside of the office, he falls over a man who was walking by. Duke isn't done with him and he follows him.  

Mister Maxwell thinks he is going to die. He feels a wetness on his nose and touches it, it's dripping blood.  

Some of his employees are looking stunned, no one can stop Duke or help Mister Maxwell.  

"Someone call the police!" Mister Maxwell screams for his life.  

" The police, hurry. " Someone says in the crowd.