Post by Steven Kleinman on Nov 17, 2010 13:04:04 GMT -5
As Razor awaits JMW's response, the door behind him suddenly swings open and a not so familiar face walks in. The large man passes by Razor and interrupts the conversation.
Kleinman : Oh, Hi John!
Like a slot machine, John's mind scrolls through all possible combinations of face and name trying to identify the familiar face.
John M White : Oh, hey....Stanley...I haven't seen you in a while
The placid grin on Kleinman's face twists into a mocking laugh
Kleinman : Exactly, John, Exactly. You see, I'm not surprised that you forgot my name. I'm not surprised that you didnt even recognize me when I walked through the door and most of all, I'm not surprised to see you looking for yet another man to have your back.
You see, John, when I got injured, when I tore my ACL in that very ring, fighting for you Mr. White, I had plenty of time to think things through. When I was laying in the hospital before the surgery and when I hobbled about after it, I had a lot of things to think about. First of all, it seemed strange to me that I never once got a call or a message from you. Now I understand, lawyers are busy people, especially ones as sneaky and mischevous as you John, so I didnt expect a visit, but I thought I would've at least gotten a call.
But no, John, no.
John M White gets up from his desk and looks Steven in the face. Razor watches with curiosity in the background and the developing situation.
John M White : You know why I didn't call you? I didn't call you because you FAILED. You know why you had a torn ACL? Because you FAILED. I thought you could use some time on your hands to think about how you have FAILED.
Stan, it doesn't make a lick of a horse's bottom what you were doing or what you thought. You failed and I don't concern myself with those who fail. Yeah, you did a few, shall I say, "errands" for me, but other then that, I'd hardly call you useful.
As a matter of fact, even being in my presence was the apex of your career. In fact, I'd even go as far as to say that you should've retired when you got injured because you're only going to embarass yourself now! You've done all that you are capable of doing in this business and just to let you know, you're also finished here in my office, so I'm going to have to ask you to get out and shut the door. You're letting the draft in...
A crimson streak paints Kleinman's brow as he reaches out his hand and grabs the lawyer by the collar. The bigger man pulls John right up to his face.
Kleinman : Oh I wouldn't bet your bald head on that Mr. White. In facr, I think I have plenty more to accomplish here, starting right about now!
Kleinman let's go of John's collar and flips over the lawyers desk. JMW throws off his jacket, prepared to fight when Razor springs into action by rocking Kleinman with a hard shot from behind. Kleinman reels and turns around to see Razor winding up a knock out punch...
John M White : STOP!
John's M White's voice rings around the room with a defeaning echo causing both Razor and Kleinman to freeze in place. John shakes his head as he looks at the toppled desk.
John M White : Now both of you listen up. You can do whatever you want to each other and Stan, you're welcome to try doing something to me, but you're not going to be doing it in MY office! I have work to do because unlike you, I possess something called "brain cells", so I'm going to have to ask you to hit the road jack...
Kleinman's face lights up with rage at being called Stan again.
Steven Kleinman : My name is not Stan and it's not Jack and I don't give a rat's *** about your office or about your new dime a dozen henchman here!
Razor Sharp : How about you SHUT THE F*** UP jobber?
John M White glances at Kleinman, then at Razor, then at Kleinman, then at Razor.
This week does need a card...
TBC ?
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