"No, no I'm not getting caught in your web of tricks, I am not going and that is final." Tim Bradford declares, slamming the paperwork onto the desk, sighing as he turns to face Angela. Her eyes analysed the man as a quick smirk flickered onto her face.
He stopped.
"what? what was that?" he asked, his brow furrowing, his dark eyes glared at her as if he could pull the words from behind her eyes, but she stared right back at him unfazed, 20 years of being her best friend had turned right back on him.
She spoke slowly but with a hint of amusement, as she watched Tim and his eyes flick between all the possibilities he had juggling in his mind. "Flag-football is just around the corner," she paused searching his face for a reaction, but to her disappointment, he looked relieved and started to speak in a composed tone,
"If this is about Myles I've got him sorted out with that acting contract."
This however gave Angela a flicker of hope as she started to speak again, "No, no This is about getting you that captain position, with a little help from my trust fund I can get you a guaranteed shot" Tim's smug quickly faded,
"You can get me captain? I don't think money matters when it comes to the council" his voice bitter and coloured with uncertainty, his eyebrows arched.
"Not usually. But I have a friend who could, get a word in for you....if you want"