Ais watches Tome lean back in his seat, while perching himself on the edge of his desk, arms crossed with a steely expression. Your cigarette smoke snaking through the air gives the room a gritty feel. Ais clears his throat then speaks in his usual gravely tone. “What the fuck were you thinking, kid? That goddamn shortcut of yours nearly cost us our whole fucking shipment. If we’d have lost it, you’d have lost some fucking teeth. I’m up to HERE with you, you know?!” He glares at Tome.
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