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Behind Closed Doors: Friday, November 11, 2011
14 years ago
"This is bullshit, absolute BULLSHIT. We had a deal, old man, and you broke it."
The mole chuckled behind his desk, a sardonic grin on his face.
"Our deal was that you deliver to me 'the worse team the FBA has ever seen.' Now, despite all your machinations, Mal'nioto, the team seems well practiced, Esteban somehow is back from house arrest, the players whose lives you were going to "make miserable" seem rather well settled, and though we DID lose our first game, a margin of 9 points is nothing to scoff at, seeing as one of our starters is still missing," he gave the wolf an even stare, pausing for a moment, "and the other one was kept under lock and key for months, somewhere you assured me he would stay.
"Now, tell me again, who broke our deal...?"
The wolf seethed, and, unable to contain his rage and frustration, flipped the Mole's desk over in a display of strength very few people ever saw. He knew he had an image of calmness and clarity to uphold, but he also wasn't used to having his plans go awry. The mole had time to scoot out of the way before his desk came crashing down in front of him, surprisingly nimble for an older gentleman.
"You can't manage the team yourself," the wolf said, through clenched teeth. "You NEED me, and you know it."
"Managers come and go, Mal'nioto. You just amused me for a while. Now that it's clear you're not going to make me the money you promised, I don't have any use, or 'need' for you any longer. I'm sure I'll find another manager in short enough time."
The wolf was shaking with pure ire, but he knew there wasn't much he could do. For now. He turned and stormed toward the door, but paused when he heard his name.
"Mal'nioto..."
He turned back to the mole, barely containing the fury he felt at the moment. Later, he would regret allowing his former employer that one last courtesy, the rage he felt turning to dread and fear after the mole spoke.
"... you never told me you had a brother."
The mole chuckled behind his desk, a sardonic grin on his face.
"Our deal was that you deliver to me 'the worse team the FBA has ever seen.' Now, despite all your machinations, Mal'nioto, the team seems well practiced, Esteban somehow is back from house arrest, the players whose lives you were going to "make miserable" seem rather well settled, and though we DID lose our first game, a margin of 9 points is nothing to scoff at, seeing as one of our starters is still missing," he gave the wolf an even stare, pausing for a moment, "and the other one was kept under lock and key for months, somewhere you assured me he would stay.
"Now, tell me again, who broke our deal...?"
The wolf seethed, and, unable to contain his rage and frustration, flipped the Mole's desk over in a display of strength very few people ever saw. He knew he had an image of calmness and clarity to uphold, but he also wasn't used to having his plans go awry. The mole had time to scoot out of the way before his desk came crashing down in front of him, surprisingly nimble for an older gentleman.
"You can't manage the team yourself," the wolf said, through clenched teeth. "You NEED me, and you know it."
"Managers come and go, Mal'nioto. You just amused me for a while. Now that it's clear you're not going to make me the money you promised, I don't have any use, or 'need' for you any longer. I'm sure I'll find another manager in short enough time."
The wolf was shaking with pure ire, but he knew there wasn't much he could do. For now. He turned and stormed toward the door, but paused when he heard his name.
"Mal'nioto..."
He turned back to the mole, barely containing the fury he felt at the moment. Later, he would regret allowing his former employer that one last courtesy, the rage he felt turning to dread and fear after the mole spoke.
"... you never told me you had a brother."
*suspense!*