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The laugh that bubbles up out of your throat is nothing short of furious. You know that getting this riled up is a death sentence in this office. In his office. But he's a cruel, heartless son of a bitch, and you'll be damned if you don't let him know.
"It's not my job to babysit my staff." He hums. You know he's putting on an act of indifference. He's not actually doing work, just staring at a paper, pen in hand.
You laugh again, but this time it's a bit more breathy.
"Your staff, Silco? Bull-fucking-shit. Sevika is damn near your business partner." You spit, leaning forwards, palms-down on his desk.
"She is my employee. She does as I say, and I pay her. She is not my responsibility." He tacks your name onto the end, shaming you, trying to make a point.
And Janna, does it make things worse.
"She's the only person who gives a singular fuck about you, Silco! She's the only person that can and will deal with your planet-sized ego and your fucking attitude—"
"I like you to take a second think about who you're talking—"
"She's near fucking death, Silco. I can't fucking believe you'd ignore—"
"You need to shut your fucking mouth." His voice overpowers yours. He's louder, and draws more attention and authority.
You're small. A malnourished street fighter.
And he's a King.
You lose, no matter what.
So you turn, hit something, ignoring the shattering of glass, and walk out the door.
Your name follows, but no guards do.
You're sure you'll die in your sleep, so your door stays unlocked. It's better to accept it.