Thread: Paying attention to the details (KingSandy and Yoshie)

He was being escorted to the office. Fired. Fired for sure. Jack stood to lose everything. He tapped his little kit, wanting desperately to take another stab. Relax himself. This wasn't good. This couldn't be good. Either that or the big guy was going to snap his neck, out of sight of any other witnesses except Winry. Hell, Jack assumed she liked to watch this gorilla of man kill people that pissed her off. She definitely gave off the creepy vibe. Or that could be the drugs. Maybe in reality she was really, really nice. And Jack was simply too stoned to notice. And then his brain asserted that he was getting to be stupider and stupider as the days went by. There was by no means that this woman was nice. As far as he could tell, the woman took no shit from anyone. And quite frankly that scared him. He also had no idea why she'd hired him in the first place. Jack stood quietly as Bruno left the room. Well, that was one thing. He wasn't about to get his neck snapped or his knees broken. Unless he was about to get shot or something. He was being melodramatic. Too much TV. The door locked with a ring of finality that made Jack wince. He had no way to escape if things went the way he was imagining. And he was sure that if he could open the door, Bruno would still be there being Bruno. Jack's thoughts were interrupted by the sharp command and unthinking, he sat. The moment she used that tone of voice, something in him obeyed. No question about it. He didn't even notice until he realized that he was once again looking at her eye to eye . But he didn't stand back up. He would have preferred to if he had some place he could run to. Locked door meant he stayed in the damn chair. Innocent. How fucking ironic when he was anything but. Um, thank y- Jack gaped as she simply tore up the check. Well, that answered the question. He was being fired, no pay. Well, not fired but probably told to quit so he would be out of the pay anyway. Something like that. But then she drew a key. Reached passed him so closely that he could smell her scent. . . the perfume and the faint tinge of her skin even as her bust barely avoided his cheek. He sat very still but his eyes wandered over her for a moment. He appreciated her. . . assets. A wad of cash. A grand, right there. About a week's worth of pay. He winced at her vulgar comparison. Yeah, he pretty much was thinking something similar if less. . . coarse. I didn-Of course. Here, this is everything today. Jack emptied his pockets of the cash. That voice, the authority in it was absolute and Jack had nothing to lose by being honest here. He handed her the loose pile of bills that he'd pocketed today. He sighed and nervously played with the wrapped stack of bills she'd given him. Am I being fired? Is this some sort of severance pay? Why do you keep calling me that? And. . . I'm sorry about. . . the stealing. He actually wasn't but he made a sincere effort to sound sorry. I'm just. . .desperate sometimes. . . I don't think. Which was true enough. I guess you're regretting hiring me, too. He toyed wit the zipper on the little case in his pocket. The stress was killing him. Can I go now?