Sani Man 2: The Agency
With great wipes comes great responsibility
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“What did you want to speak about?” Sani Man said to the agency contractor.
The agency contractor is a woman who looks as if she has been through it all. All the shit she dealt with people made her indifferent to herself and others. The two sat on cheap office chairs staring directly at each other, separated by a cheap brown desk.
“I was reviewing your file, and the fights you had protecting the company accumulated thousands of dollars' worth of damages, and you severely injured an employee.” The agency contractor said.
“I wouldn’t have injured him if he was wearing a mask.” Sani Man said.
“I understand that, but it’s a violation we can’t ignore. Thank you for your help, but you have to let you go.”
“Can you give me another chance?”
“No, I’m sorry. We’ll give you a two weeks' notice.”
At that moment, the same drive that exhumed him reignited. In an instant, Sani Man got up from the desk chair, nearly breaking it.
“No, you’re going to give me another chance, or I’ll snap you half!” Sani Man growled
“I’m not scared of you.” the agency contractor said as her body chilled and shuddered as she calls 911.
“I see what your doing; you’re calling the cops. No, your not.”
Sani Man went for her phone, grabbing it in the blink of an eye. He headed back to his original position and spoke,
“Okay, let’s try again; give me another chance; I work both shifts as I hardly require sleep.”
The agency contractor stood in her chair, mouth agape, not able to speak said,
“No, you threatened to kill me.”
“I got angry. It won’t happen again.” Sani Man said.
“I don’t believe you.” the agency contractor said.
“I see that you’re scared; not so tough, huh?”
Hurry, police.. the agency contractor thought as she attempted to muster up a response.
“Enough! What’s your say then?” Sani man impatiently said.
