happen to agree with you.”
For once, Warburton was on time.
I didn’t want to admit to myself, but I was crossing my fingers and
toes that Bick would reappear and I could spend some more time
talking to him. But my hopes were crushed as soon as I saw the
walking mountain that preceded Warburton into the room. Select
Security had sent a different man along for protection this time. I
hid my disappointment and checked out the new guy. He was an ugly
brute with a mean face who glared at me with open hostility when he
clocked my Heller’s uniform. I could tell it was going to be
a long, chat-free session.
Warburton was on his best
behaviour that day and even held the door to the negotiation room
open for the two ladies to enter. I don’t know who he thought he
was impressing, because it wasn’t any of us. I eyeballed him right
up until the door closed, and he sneered at me in return the whole
time. I guess I wouldn’t be getting an invitation to his divorce
party.
There was complete silence in
the waiting room for the next two hours, except for the wheezy
breathing of the Select brute. He stared at me the whole time in an
unfriendly manner, which is quite a disconcerting experience, let
me tell you for free. I did my best to ignore him and stared at the
wall in front of me, avoiding all eye contact. He took a phone call
and grunted his way in monosyllables through the conversation
before hanging up. It was the most exciting thing that happened the
whole time we sat there together.
Until he spoke to me.
“Can’t believe Warburton needs
security to keep a pussy like you away from him,” he scorned, his
voice gravelly and rough.
I stared at him impassively. “I
have real bad breath.”
He grunted in contempt. “Got a
smart mouth on you too, I can see. Hate that in a bitch. Surprised
the Man would hire a smartarse pussy. Heard he had tough balls.
Guess not if he hires pussies like you.” I presumed ‘the Man’ was
Heller, and that ‘tough balls’ were a desirable feature for a man
to have. Sounded painful to me.
“You seem obsessed by pussies.
What’s up? Not getting enough?” I just couldn’t help myself. He was
asking for it.
“Fuck off, bitch.”
“Want me to take my pussy with
me? Or do you want to think about it for a bit longer?”
“Smart-mouthed piece of pussy,”
he spat out. He obviously didn’t possess a huge vocabulary.
“There you go again! Like I
said, you’re totally obsessed. You know you can pay women to show
you theirs, if you’re that desperate.”
“Fuck off, bitch.”
“You already said that. Run out
of small talk so soon? And I was really starting to enjoy our
conversation too.” I shook my head in mock-sorrow. He crossed his
arms and glared at me aggressively, and I knew that I’d just made
another friend for life with my winning personality. But it did the
trick. He shut up and I was grateful for small mercies. For a
little while anyway.
“Been doing much driving
lately?” he insinuated slyly. My hackles rose immediately.
“You know something about that?”
I demanded, dangerously quiet.
It had been staff from Select
Security who had shot Niq and me off the road in our car where we
smashed head-on into a concrete wall. We were both lucky to be
alive after that accident and had spent months in hospital
recovering. The operations I’d needed for internal bleeding had
stuffed up my ovaries so now there was no chance of me ever getting
pregnant. Needless to say, I had no sense of humour about that
incident at all.
He just laughed and gave me a
smirk that stayed on his face for the rest of our time together. I
wanted to kill him, choke the life out of him, right there and
then. I breathed in and out deeply, thinking about the good things
in my life, until the murderous impulses dissipated. Just in time
for the warring parties to exit the mediation room. Everyone seemed
much calmer today and the session hadn’t lasted as long as previous
days, but I could tell
For once, Warburton was on time.
I didn’t want to admit to myself, but I was crossing my fingers and
toes that Bick would reappear and I could spend some more time
talking to him. But my hopes were crushed as soon as I saw the
walking mountain that preceded Warburton into the room. Select
Security had sent a different man along for protection this time. I
hid my disappointment and checked out the new guy. He was an ugly
brute with a mean face who glared at me with open hostility when he
clocked my Heller’s uniform. I could tell it was going to be
a long, chat-free session.
Warburton was on his best
behaviour that day and even held the door to the negotiation room
open for the two ladies to enter. I don’t know who he thought he
was impressing, because it wasn’t any of us. I eyeballed him right
up until the door closed, and he sneered at me in return the whole
time. I guess I wouldn’t be getting an invitation to his divorce
party.
There was complete silence in
the waiting room for the next two hours, except for the wheezy
breathing of the Select brute. He stared at me the whole time in an
unfriendly manner, which is quite a disconcerting experience, let
me tell you for free. I did my best to ignore him and stared at the
wall in front of me, avoiding all eye contact. He took a phone call
and grunted his way in monosyllables through the conversation
before hanging up. It was the most exciting thing that happened the
whole time we sat there together.
Until he spoke to me.
“Can’t believe Warburton needs
security to keep a pussy like you away from him,” he scorned, his
voice gravelly and rough.
I stared at him impassively. “I
have real bad breath.”
He grunted in contempt. “Got a
smart mouth on you too, I can see. Hate that in a bitch. Surprised
the Man would hire a smartarse pussy. Heard he had tough balls.
Guess not if he hires pussies like you.” I presumed ‘the Man’ was
Heller, and that ‘tough balls’ were a desirable feature for a man
to have. Sounded painful to me.
“You seem obsessed by pussies.
What’s up? Not getting enough?” I just couldn’t help myself. He was
asking for it.
“Fuck off, bitch.”
“Want me to take my pussy with
me? Or do you want to think about it for a bit longer?”
“Smart-mouthed piece of pussy,”
he spat out. He obviously didn’t possess a huge vocabulary.
“There you go again! Like I
said, you’re totally obsessed. You know you can pay women to show
you theirs, if you’re that desperate.”
“Fuck off, bitch.”
“You already said that. Run out
of small talk so soon? And I was really starting to enjoy our
conversation too.” I shook my head in mock-sorrow. He crossed his
arms and glared at me aggressively, and I knew that I’d just made
another friend for life with my winning personality. But it did the
trick. He shut up and I was grateful for small mercies. For a
little while anyway.
“Been doing much driving
lately?” he insinuated slyly. My hackles rose immediately.
“You know something about that?”
I demanded, dangerously quiet.
It had been staff from Select
Security who had shot Niq and me off the road in our car where we
smashed head-on into a concrete wall. We were both lucky to be
alive after that accident and had spent months in hospital
recovering. The operations I’d needed for internal bleeding had
stuffed up my ovaries so now there was no chance of me ever getting
pregnant. Needless to say, I had no sense of humour about that
incident at all.
He just laughed and gave me a
smirk that stayed on his face for the rest of our time together. I
wanted to kill him, choke the life out of him, right there and
then. I breathed in and out deeply, thinking about the good things
in my life, until the murderous impulses dissipated. Just in time
for the warring parties to exit the mediation room. Everyone seemed
much calmer today and the session hadn’t lasted as long as previous
days, but I could tell
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