↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐗𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈 ー 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

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Thick silence hangs in the air save for the ticking of the clock. Eames, the man in the chair, glosses over the trio opposite him with his hands clasped together in his lap. He's glossing over them individually.

Sierra is seated in the middle of the brothers who are both staring him down. It serves as a sufficient warning; he has to be careful with his words. Saying the wrong thing or using the wrong tone won't end well.

"How can I be of service?" he queries politely, though it's clearly a show to keep them satisfied.

"I thought you'd be more impressive," Sierra remarks.

"You what?" the man behind him, Harry, interjects. He's perched against the chest of drawers behind his employer. An incredulous smile beginning to form.

"Harry," his boss speaks in a stern voice.

"She's got a mouth on 'er."

In tandem, the trio tilt their heads. Sierra squinting at his fading smirk once he senses the displeased atmosphere now swarming the room.

It's dim, only the lamp on the desk and a few warm-toned bulbs above their heads working together. The shadows cast over their faces makes them appear more menacing. More dangerous than usual.

"Sorry boss." Harry lowers his head.

Eames faintly shakes his head, thumb moving in circles against his index finger. "Look, you came to us, I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement."

"You think you're important because we came to you?"

"Clearly you want something from me. Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"What do we want?" she challenges. Stares right through him while he registers her question. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the leather creaking from the movement.

"Alright." Harry holds up the hand casually grasping a lighter. "Listen ladyー"

"She has a name," Kaden near barks. All three of them glaring coldly.

"Maybe you want my money," Eames changes the subject.

Sierra's head smoothly turns first, eyes following seconds later. "Do we look like we need your money?"

"If it's not my money that brought you here, then why make the journey to my place."

"We heard of your reputation before we learned your name. I had big hopes for you. You've disappointed me, Eames. You don't live up to the image people gossip so much about. Perhaps you should be stripped of it."

An uneasy smile. "Now hold onー"

"Nah." Grayson stands tall. "We're done here."

"We can come to an agreement," Eames presses.

"We'll be moving forward without you," Kaden informs. "Less baggage weighing us down."

"We don't need a liability." Sierra mirrors her man's sneer. Head held high as she strides out of the office in between them.