"...but, but, that's illegal." Jenkins huffed out in an almost whisper.
"Jenkins, take out your wallet, and place it on the table. If you speak, I'll fire you on the spot. Do it." the CEO spat.
Jenkins trembled with rage but reached his right hand deftly into the inner folds of his suit, and produced his billfold. He waved it a bit and set it in front of him.
"Good, now push the package forward, and keep silent." the CEO growled at Jenkins.
Jenkins pushed his wallet out further from himself, and with a last shove pushed the wallet beyond his fingertips. Jenkins wiggled his fingers and sat back, raising his eyebrows at his bosses boss.
"Harold!" CEO Barcliff barked. "Take the package to logistics."
"Right away, sir." Harold nodded, retrieved the package and left the room.
"What the hell Barcliff!" Jenkins exploded.
"I suggest you call the card companies, and the DMV, for replacements." Barcliff stated in a deadpan low growl.
"Screw you Barcliff, call him back. I want my wallet. That's my life in there man!" Jenkins now yell-whined.
"Connely, Mirasu, Fender, Scotts, did any of you see this wallet Jenkins is whining about?" Barcliff almost sneered.
"No sir, I observed Jenkins deliver a package to Harold to be taken to logistics." Scotts spoke out before the others could speak. Nods all around though.
"You see Jenkins, illegal is only what you can prove. You can't prove shit. Just like they can't prove shit. Now get out of here before I fire your ass. Don't forget to say hi to the wife for me." Barcliff purred.
