"Lester" she said calmly "give me the details or I'm going to rip your fucking head off"

She was slightly smiling and all of her words were calm and monotonous, despite what she was saying. Cool, calm and collected, yet that seemed to only add to the discomfort her words caused.

"I'm trying C! Just give me a few more minutes!" Lester stuttered. She was beautiful, he would admit that - but nothing more. He was not in love with her. Not. In. Love.

Even with her short burgundy shorts and purple tank to tied up to show just a hint of her stomach….

"Lester!" she shouted "I'm not your computer screen. Stop looking at me"

"Yeah, homie. I don't think she right fo' you" a voice said

"Who the fuck are you?" the girl asked

"Who you, girl?"

"I'm Cassidy" she spat. "Well nice t' meet'cha dog. I'm Franklin" the man said. He was tall, African-American and younger than Lester. Kinda cute.

Two more men entered the office; they were older than Franklin and they were both white. There was an average-looking man with dark hair wearing a gray suit without a tie. He looked exhausted but well-kept. The other man was creepy looking, to say the least. He was wearing clothes that didn't fit, was covered in dirt and gasoline and God-knows-what-else. The weirdest thing was definitely his CUT HERE tattoo across his neck. Didn't exactly portray…..mental stability.

"I thought you said they were going to help me, not teach me how to play golf" the girl said to Lester. "Hey! I was almost professional!" the crazy-looking man said.

"Whatever. Where were we now?" she asked. "Lester checkin' out yo ass" Franklin laughed

"I was not! I have more pressing matters to attend to" Lester retaliated. "Other than the thing pressing against the inside of your boxers?" Cassidy smiled devilishly. Lester shifted uncomfortably and had a slight blush.

"Wow! Fucking savage!" crazy dude said "can we keep her Mikey?"

The other man, "Mikey", looked embarrassed by the other's excitement.

"You're insane" Cassidy said "What's your name?"

"I'm Trevor. The old fuck there is Michael" Trevor gestured to the other man who was slightly blushing and had his palm against his forehead.

Trevor didn't give Michael a chance to say a word before he kept speaking "Lester does all the smart stuff and shit. He's really good with computers. Basically I'm saying you should put duct tape over your computer and phone cameras because he'll creep you."

"Trevor!" Lester shouted. Cassidy had never heard him shout or show any sort of emotion before and she was somewhat taken aback. "I am not hacking into her cameras. I have no interest in anyone, please fuck off" She had never heard him swear before either.

"Ooh someone is hormonal" Trevor teased. Before anyone could fire back at Trevor, Cassidy spoke "can ya' blame him?" she joked, trying to take some of the attention away from Lester, she knew he hated it. "No I certainly can't".

Silence.