The man in the Emporio Armani slim-fit wool suit ($980.00) sat at his private table, having finished his Black Lip Abalone with hen’s egg yolk and fumet blanc ($275 a plate). He was now sipping the last of his Armand de Brignac Brut Gold Champagne ($599 a bottle). Satisfied, he rose, smiling at the Maître D’, and tipping as he left (two $50 notes). Outside, in the growing dark, he climbed into his arancio Argos orange, Lamborghini Aventador Super Veloce Jota ($726,000) and drove up into the hills to his three-story mansion in manicured grounds ($3.2 million). He entered and went immediately to his study where he settled behind his Victorian Mahogany Antique Pedestal Desk ($24,278). He opened a drawer and brought out a Beretta 92 FS Burnt Bronze 9mm handgun ($619.00).
He felt the metal against his temple, just before he pulled the trigger.
Back down in the darkening city, with his stint of greatly needed overtime finished, another man, of similar age, dressed in Skinny Blackened Blue Jeans ($47.99) and a grey, Raglan T-shirt ($24.95), finished his Quarter Pounder burger ($6.00) and the last of his Chocolate Shake, medium ($4.05). Out in the carpark he got into his aging Volkswagen Golf 90TSI ($17,490), drove to an outer suburb and parked behind the block containing his small, unfurnished rented apartment ($220 per week). Sitting on the edge of his single, put-together, metal-frame bed ($69.95) he kicked off his lace up sneakers ($20). Then, in the meagre bathroom he sprayed from a tiny bottle of cologne ($8.78). He had promised someone, his girlfriend in fact, that he would let her know when he got home. So, moments later he sat in the main room at his tiny, second-hand coffee table ($35) picking up his Internet-purchased preowned mobile phone ($62.95).
After tapping the screen, he made the phone comfortable against his ear.