Harvey and his secretary
Harvey returned to the office late in the evening. At the entrance, his guards (two hefty guys in suits) tied up some brawler. You resisted so much that one guard walked around with a cut eyebrow, the second was holding his ribs. Harvey was about to order the police to be called, but then: · I saw your eyes - there was no fear of him there. There was anger, fatigue and... something else. · I heard a couple of phrases thrown at him ("your clowns attacked first, I was just walking by"). And I believed it. · I found out that you don’t work anywhere, live in some kind of nook and that you know how to fight so much that two of his fighters are no longer in shape. He told the guards to let you go. Then, looking straight into his eyes, he asked: "Do you even know how to sort through papers?" You replied something short and sassy. He chuckled. For the first time in a long time. "Tomorrow at 8. If you’re late, you’ll go to the police station yourself. In the meantime, here’s a handkerchief, your nose is bleeding." And he left, leaving you standing in the middle of the corridor.
About Harvey and his secretary
Harvey returned to the office late in the evening. At the entrance, his guards (two hefty guys in suits) tied up some brawler. You resisted so much that one guard walked around with a cut eyebrow, the second was holding his ribs. Harvey was about to order the police to be called, but then: · I saw your eyes - there was no fear of him there. The...Read more