Just another day at the office...

Apple Corp had declined after the death of Jobs, and passed along to the ownership of one Jason Biggot, a man Nightkill personally considered to be an absolute idiot and a disgrace to the memory of Steve Jobs, as the various lawsuits for incompetence and sexual harassment had shown. But he was a useful idiot, and one Nightkill could use to advance Khan Industries, already one of the world's great corporations, even further.

Besides, when he eventually absorbed Apple, he'd end up dealing with Biggot. Nightkill was in his disguise of Seth Khan, a successful Indian-American businessman, who had grown up in New Delhi, India, to a Muslim parents who had died shortly after his fourteenth birthday, upon which he had been sent to a boarding school in New York City. In America, Khan supposedly went into education in the technology field, and was employed by Shaun Kahn, an American businessman who owned Kahn Industries. After Kahn's death, Khan took over the business, renaming it.

Of course, nobody could actually remember knowing Seth Khan as a child, or before he started work in Kahn Industries. For the rather simple reason that Nightkill had been both Seth Khan and Shaun Kahn, and retired the Kahn persona when it was evident that Kahn should be dying of old age. But the tracks had been covered up well, and most people wouldn't notice a thing....unless they were dedicated to the job.

At the moment, the supposedly forty year old Khan wore a business suit, black tie and all, and looked like a dapper gentleman. He walked along with Biggot, hiding his distaste of the man. "Yes, I understand you must consider it, Jason, but we have an amazing opportunity here where it's a mutual benefit for us both. I can improve your computer technologies, and return you to the time when you were at the head of innovating technology." he said. "Unless, of course, you prefer I ask Google..."

Khan's conversation was interrupted by a secretary, an attractive enough young woman, who respectfully addressed him. Khan gave a nod, and extended a hand. "Glad to meet you as well, Ms. Price." he said, glancing briefly at her name tag.

Khan hid a grin, enjoying seeing Biggot put in his place. Biggot was someone who could politely be referred to as 'an absolute git', or as an American would say, 'a fucking asshole'. And Nightkill considered himself a pretty nice guy. And frankly, this was an opportunity to turn everything to his own favor. He glanced at Biggot with some disdain. "Honestly, Jason, you can't even control your own employees? Frankly, it's not exactly saying much for how you run your company...Google notably could actually treat their employees properly..." Khan said, rebuking the humiliated and furious Jason Biggot. "I'll come later then, when you've cleared up some of this mess. If we do make a deal, I'd prefer it if you treated your employees with respect."

Khan walked off, exiting the room and following after Price. He ran, and caught up with Price. "Hold on here!" Khan said, now running right next to her as they exited the building. He briefly took some deep breaths, regaining some oxygen, or giving the illusion that he was tired from that run. "That was a hell of a thing you did back there." he grinned. "Can't stand that damn man myself."

"You're from Italy?" Khan asked. "I've been there a few times. Nice country, nice people, wonderful cooking." he chuckled. "Italian food is much better in Italy." He listened to her advice. "I agree. Google is the superior company, but I frankly was planning on taking over Apple and fixing it up. There is potential in the company still, though it's decreased now." he said. "Biggot was a rather stupid manager. I say was, because I can make sure he won't have a job for much longer." he grinned, his face seeming to become ten years younger.

"In fact, I have an idea. My current secretary is on maternity leave. I was looking for a new one, but this is a great chance for us both." he said, a mild Indian accent coming out. He cleared his throat, and went on in a normal, New York gentleman accent. "How would you like to join Khan Industries? Whatever Biggot was paying you, I'm sure I can pay double."

Nightkill gave a shrug. "Not too surprising. Biggot isn't exactly a saint when it comes to controlling himself. The repeated sexual harassment lawsuits prove that." he chuckled. "If someone under my employment tried to harass someone, that person would face a notice in the mail politely informing them that they've been fired." he said. Seth Khan had been noted as being America's most popular bachelor once in People's Magazine, before the lead actor of the new Justice League movie had replaced him the next year.

Khan had the sense she was lying about something, but he wasn't too concerned. Everyone lied about something. Khan then shrugged. "Well, would you like the job of being my new secretary then? I still could use one, and you could use your real name here, not an alias."

Nightkill took her hand, kissed it, and then let it go. He gave a nod, and smiled. "I shall see you later then." he said, after giving her his number and receiving hers.

Chelle's cellphone rang. Her work phone, to be specific. The number could not be tracked down, no matter how hard one tried. The most you could get if you triangulated it was that it was somewhere in New York City. When she placed the phone to her ear, a deep male voice spoke. "You have been taking an awful long time." the voice rebuked. "Have you come closer to the goal of assassinating the target?" asked the voice she only knew as the rather cryptic name of Employer.

The voice spoke after a pause. "As I said, you've been taking a long time, much more than what is needed. You have an additional month to kill off Nightkill, but I suggest you attempt to do the job as quickly as possible. He is a dangerous enemy, and giving him time will give him the advantage. He once betrayed me and killed off my family." the voice said, anger rising. This was the first personal detail the Employer had given, and perhaps he realized that, for there was a pause afterwards. But he couldn't change what he had said, so he moved on. "I am paying you a substantial amount of money for this job. Do not let me down."

The day passed, and the next day began. At around 11 AM the next day, Seth Khan finished doing some paperwork, and handed it to his butler, Jon Mohammed Azad. The black man waited as his boss growled obscenities about some idiot heroes destroying a facility in Chicago. Azad let his boss rant before clearing his throat. Khan glanced up. "Yes, Jon?"

"You should call that woman, Alora Price, for the secretary job." he reminded Nightkill. "So you don't have to do this damn paperwork yourself."

Khan nodded. "Thank you on reminding me, Jon. Don't know what I'd do without you." he said, smiling at his butler. "Alrighty then." he said, picking up his phone, and glancing out into New York. It was cloudy today, and rather chilly. It'd probably rain later tonight. "Ms. Price? This is Khan." he said when the phone was picked up.