It would just fucking figure. Like Silas couldn’t have had an entirely uneventful security shift, no, he was unlucky enough to run into Brandon and his dickish attitude. Maybe he could talk Bea into rotating days from now on, so he wouldn’t have to deal with it. He could have Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Brandon could have the rest of them.
Usually, he’d let the attitude slide; shrug it off and move on, but he’d had enough. Everyone had their limit and he’d been pushed to his. Clenching his jaw, he exhaled through his nose. He’d do his damnedest to make it out of here without any kind of trouble, but he was definitely sitting on that knife’s edge.
“Not in your way,” he snapped back. “Last I checked your name wasn’t on the door. This is public fucking property.” The longer he stood there, the more his anger seemed to be seeping into every pore. It had been just under the surface since Brandon had originally gotten his fucking nose bent out of joint about Rae helping and had just started to build from there.
“Got better places to be than here anyways,” He muttered under his breath, slamming the door shut on the radio cabinet, and heading for the door.