Though.. it wasn't long before a shameless face appeared before her...
The Silver Fox, Guy Cancer stepped forward into the picture and quietly stood, eyes wondering across Emiko's small amount of desk property. After seconds ticked by, Emiko slumped her shoulders, with eyes shutting, and letting out a long exasperated sigh. Patience for this man had worn thin, yet she managed to keep some manner of professionalism, with her tone. "What?" She spoke softly, but it was cut dry and to the point.
An expression of fraudulent surprise, lit up Guy Cancer's face, as if this was quite a compliment to be acknowledged by Miss Emiko! "Oh! My dear Miss Emiko.. It's really good to see you again. You look just, absolutely, splendid. Beautiful as ever. I couldn't tell you how well your skin seems to glow! You must have some amazing skin care technique.." Miss Emiko's eyes blankly stared up at The Fox, seeing through his useless a** kissing drivel. She gave another sigh, shortly done this time. Casting her eyes to the cup of pens, dipping her fingers in, she stole out from it a hidden stress ball. "Why are you here? You have a match."
Cut off in his praises to Emiko, Guy Cancer dropped his smile, full of lies. He read the face of Miss E, he saw the foam ball, he knew the deal. And he sheepishly played on. "Oh.. well, about that." Averting his eyes, tightening his shoulders up, and clasping his hands, low in front of him. Attempting to cast a strategy of apprehensiveness. "Mr. Leone.. y'know, he's not a person of good business." Now daring to look Miss Emiko in the eye. "You saw what he did in WWFG. You heard what he said, he's doing a takeover. Who knows what he'll pull tonight. I can't keep you safe if you put me out there!"
BAM!!
Hands loudly, slamming down, hard on the table! Causing a jump out of Cancer! Emiko had, had about all her tolerance spent! Pushing herself to her feet, eyes squaring up with Fox. If anything was amazing, it was that cut-rate IKEA desk didn't collapse. Leaning forward, face inches from Fox, far from fear. "Cut the crap, quit being a little b***h, and be that once respected a*****e you once were." ~withiw!
Shooting her words out straight and cleanly, yet it wasn't the only thing that she shot.
A wet, stunned, face of Fox, soon became one of bewilderment, as he took a moment to touch his face and grind the liquid between his fingers. Sure enough, the texture told no lies. Miss E spat a wad of spit, in his face. She had spitted, as fast as she had spoken. And a saliva dripping face of The Fox rage-fully reddening, opened his mouth.. but no words could form to come out for him to speak. He lifted his hands up, restricting them from going forward, not lost in madness to give into violence. Clenching his jaw, lowering his livid trembling hands, slowly stepped away from this uncouth woman, backing from out of the picture.
