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intense ass meeting if ya ask me

I have this set from Lizas POV as a fyi :)

"oh fuck off please."

Ah, lovely. Two minutes in and Glenns face can only be described as borderline suicidal. Aurora has glanced at the board room exit as much as she blinks and Quinns caramel macchiato hasn't been touched since his mouth is more focused on telling Clancy his current piece of mind. Absolute dumbasses.

"Clancy language," Glenn palms the back of his neck, "Same goes for you Quinn. Sit down."

Quinn begins, "Glenn maybe instead o-"

"Nope. Don't want to hear it." His tone is harsh. Hell, he's got every reason to have an attitude. He's has to listen to adult babies whine about they job they asked for.He shuts the steel door swiftly before returning to the circular table. Aurora watches him sympathetically, softly smiling in his direction before laying out the yellow file onto tables surfaces.

"The fucks this." Clancys eyebrows furrow.

"Its Miss Riss will papers," The blonde sighs out, "Liza requested a copy a few days ago."

"Why?" Clancy leans back, crossing her arms.

"Motive dipshit." Quinn grabs the slim file harshly before beginning to scan over said document.

"Read it then, pretty boy." Clancy speaks through gritted teeth.

"Fuck sakes i'll do it." I lazily toss my flat palm in Quinns direction, he rolls his eyes before throwing it on the table. Even more annoyed I slam my hand onto the file, slowly dragging it in my direction.

"Miss Riss signs of blah blah- entailed previously by her father- here." I began, "All fortunes including the rights to the family owned mansion are left too-"

I feel a smirk grow among my face, watching as the table around me focuses their attention more and more.

"To her son, mister John riss kennedy." I casually toss the file back again," Our main suspect and current biggest lead."

"Bullshit." Clancy stands, placing on hand on the surface for balance before spinning the document to face her.

"Well, Aurora set up a search warrant of Mister Johns apartment complex. I'll handle an interrogation meeting with Quinn." He quickly rises from the chair, "You're free to leave."

"Finally." Quinn scans Clancy before speed walking