Tommy followed Spied into Studio 1 warily, looking over at him with a raised brow before closing the door with a resounding 'click'—wishing desperately that there were some way to do this 'little' meeting somewhere more public. As it was, Tommy was not about to hold himself accountable for any actions that transpired from within.
"What do you want, Spied?" Tom asked before leaning casually against the door and crossing his arms across his chest impatiently. Best to stay as close as he could to the nearest exit. Spied just quirked a brow irritably.
"You really know how to make a guy feel comfortable, don't you Q-ball?" Spied asked sardonically as Tom narrowed his eyes menacingly.
"Watch your step, Spied. I'm beginning to lose patience with the annoying people in my life. I think we managed to over-step the comfortable boundary after you started dating Jude. So let's just leave it at that." Tommy replied with a heavy sigh as Spied opened his arms in a 'whatever man' gesture.
"Show me what you have, Spied. Your 'devil may care' attitude doesn't speak well for its profit worth." Tom stated sagely as Spied grinned mischievously.
"You'd be surprised, Quince." Spied replied vaguely as he pulled a leaf of papers out of a folder before handing them to Tom with a grin. Tom just shook his head wearily. He was really becoming sick of legal looking papers.
"It's Quincy to you, Spied." Tom stated irritably before looking down at the papers he was holding gingerly in his hands. Oh damn! Tom pushed himself away from the wall hurriedly before glancing up at Spied and then back down at the papers again.
"And you're showing this to me because…?" Tom asked as Spied grinned when he realized he had more than caught Tom's attention. Tom looked at him imploringly as Spied shrugged.
"Because she loves you and because I still care about her." Spied replied with a quirk of his brow as Tom sat down heavily on a nearby swivel stool.
"You know what this means, don't you?" Tom asked as he looked over the figures for the hundredth time. He may not have finished high school, but he knew exactly what fraud looked like. Spied just shrugged again.
"I don't know, TQ. What do you think it means?" Spied asked sarcastically as Tom threw him another scathing look before narrowing his eyes menacingly. Spied threw his hands up in the air in capitulation.
"Okay. Sorry man. Just pointing out that I know the importance of this as much as you do." He said quietly.
"Jesus!" Tom stated under his breath as he read the figures yet again.
"Darius, or someone in this office is over-drawing funds from G Majors. The Freakin' studio could fold." Tommy mumbled as Spied raised a brow knowingly.
"I knew you'd get the picture. I don't know whose doing it, and I probably never would have stumbled on those papers if the guys and I hadn't played that prank on you at the cocktail party a while back." Spied remarked as Tom looked over at him calculatingly.
"And what does that have to do with us?" Tom asked suspiciously as Spied shrugged.
"The studio will fail eventually if the rat involved keeps up his nasty work. What happens if we were there to catch its fall? We have talent. We know people with talent. Couldn't you just see us as the owners of G Majors." Spied asked seriously as Tom looked over at him in surprise. The childish prankster actually had ambition. Tom was impressed.
"I don't know, Spied, but it's worth looking into." Tom said as they both looked at each other meaningfully.