Los Angeles: The Offices of Wolfram and Hart
"Mr. Manners?"
Holland Manners looked up from the paperwork on his desk to look at his receptionist. You wouldn't know it to look at her but she was part demon, ate babies for breakfast and could type 1000 words per minute. "Yes?"
"The young gentleman is calling again. This is the tenth time he's called today. He seems rather agitated about something that he'll only discuss with you."
Holland let out a small sigh and nodded. A moment later the call was transferred to his phone. "Mr. Gunn. I understand that you're not happy with your accommodations."
Judging from the loud outburst coming from the handset, Holland had made quite the understatement.
"Mr. Gunn," Holland continued when he was able to get a word in edgewise, "I'd like to remind you that we have made a deal. If you break such a deal then you will end up back in jail. Furthermore we would have to remove your sister from that nice safe school she's going to and return her to her home. I wonder how she'll fare without the protection of this firm or her big brother?"
There was no reply from the other phone. None at all.
"I'm glad we could come to an understanding on this," Holland said with a smile. "I trust this conversation will never happen again. Goodbye, Mr. Gunn."
He hung up and pressed the button on the intercom for his receptionist. "Miriam? Be a dear and make arrangements for Mr. Gunn's vehicle to be transferred to his location at school. I'd like the boy to feel as comfortable as possible with his new home."
And with a small chuckle, Holland returned to the legal briefs in front of him not giving a second thought to the conversation he just had.
[NFI. NFB.]
Holland Manners looked up from the paperwork on his desk to look at his receptionist. You wouldn't know it to look at her but she was part demon, ate babies for breakfast and could type 1000 words per minute. "Yes?"
"The young gentleman is calling again. This is the tenth time he's called today. He seems rather agitated about something that he'll only discuss with you."
Holland let out a small sigh and nodded. A moment later the call was transferred to his phone. "Mr. Gunn. I understand that you're not happy with your accommodations."
Judging from the loud outburst coming from the handset, Holland had made quite the understatement.
"Mr. Gunn," Holland continued when he was able to get a word in edgewise, "I'd like to remind you that we have made a deal. If you break such a deal then you will end up back in jail. Furthermore we would have to remove your sister from that nice safe school she's going to and return her to her home. I wonder how she'll fare without the protection of this firm or her big brother?"
There was no reply from the other phone. None at all.
"I'm glad we could come to an understanding on this," Holland said with a smile. "I trust this conversation will never happen again. Goodbye, Mr. Gunn."
He hung up and pressed the button on the intercom for his receptionist. "Miriam? Be a dear and make arrangements for Mr. Gunn's vehicle to be transferred to his location at school. I'd like the boy to feel as comfortable as possible with his new home."
And with a small chuckle, Holland returned to the legal briefs in front of him not giving a second thought to the conversation he just had.
[NFI. NFB.]