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Still recovering from the charming story, you answer your boss with all the tact and respect you can manage at this point: uhhhh, are <span class="mu-i">THEY?</span>
“...pardon?”
Stabbing your fork into your table scraps, you jab an accusatory finger in Sonny’s direction–they heard you! Where do they get off asking <span class="mu-i">you</span> about trust when they’re the one telling creepy stories, making maimed chicks cook dinner for laughs, and having huge-ass conversations through old phones!? Everyone’s been harping about trust lately, but how the heck can you trust any of <span class="mu-s">THEM,</span> huh? <span class="mu-i">HUH!?</span>
Your host doesn’t answer right away–drumming their fingers on the table with increasing intensity, the dull thunk of fingers on glass grows to a crescendo–but ends with a resigned sigh.
“Stanley, you <span class="mu-i">wound</span> me.” Sunny hisses under their breath. “I’ve given you a steady job, carte blanche in assembling a team and equipment for your current task, an answer to every question you’ve asked, <span class="mu-i">AND</span> a face-to-face meeting over a <span class="mu-i">SCRUMPTIOUS</span> lobster brunch… and, most importantly, a <span class="mu-i">future</span>!”
Leaning closer from their chair, your employer stares daggers at you from across the table. “Tell me: do you act this prickly towards <span class="mu-i">everyone</span> trying to help you, or am I just… <span class="mu-i">special?</span>”
You wave away the last word with your hand–they didn’t answer your questio-
“<span class="mu-s">AND YOU DIDN’T ANSWER MINE!</span>” Sunny roars as they slam their fist into the table! As a network of cracks spiders across the glass surface, your boss takes a few heaving breaths from their mask to catch their breath, giving you both a few moments of tense silence.
“... You really <span class="mu-i">don’t</span>, do you? After everything I’ve done…” Breaking the silence with a slight timbre in their voice, Sonny stares at you with a weary gaze. “Stanley… you’re… you’re-”
Sonny’s morose expression instantly gives way to raucous laughter!
“You’re something <span class="mu-i">else</span>, you know that?”
Wait, wha?
>CONTD.
