βΒ You ainβt getting off this easy, you dumb little bastard!Β β comes a voice from inside the nearby GANGβSTAR store. A commotion of sorts seemed to be playing out, yet just before anyone could have a chance to peek inside and see what was going on, out comes the companyβs head honcho himself carrying some poor fool out into the street.
βΒ You think you could play slick in MY store and get away with it? Either youβve got a massive pair on ya or youβre a giant fuckinβ idiot.Β β There is no hope for the man currently in tow as his cries for help are simply ignored by the general public. Wasnβt like this was the first nor the last time this kind of scene would play out.
And just before he could make another plea towards anyone passing by, the Boss immediately tosses this man several feet away before wiping his hands clean of the problem. Little does he know that a certain woman he was very familiar with just happened to come by his place of business. And once her presence was made aware of, the Bossβs personality seems to immediately flip like a light switch. Had to save face and all, yβknow?
βΒ Oh hiiii, Sypha. Didnβt see ya there. Howβs it going?Β β
Maybe dropping by was not the best idea she had. The organisation of the shop was going slow as per usual, given she never really offered her services through an already stablished place. Nor she was used to the concept, given she was often consumed by the longing of adventure, unable to stay still.
So, she had to sate her own wishes by taking advise from the only rich man she is willing to tolerate in the whole city. Much to her surprise, her tolerance was just a pleasantry of the contract she had signed.
βLovely! Heβs a savage!β
βAhm, yes. Very nice to see you again. Glad youβre doing fine.β Her deadpan expression said it all. It wasnβt like she was a stranger to these displays of violence and complete lack of decency, her life had intertwined itself with one of the biggest brutes in the world so this wasnβt an extraordinary sight.Β
However, this one wasnβt her brute and didnβt deserve much slack from her part.Β
As if there was any way to salvage any respect she had for him -- her debt sufficed to keep things civilised enough between them and maintain the sharpness of her tongue under control, just not enough to remain quiet.
βWas I interrupting you in taking out the trash? I can come by another day, this isnβt...urgent or anything.β As she spoke, her hand motioned toward the dumped body of the stranger he threw out.Β
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