Jimmy gave him ten minutes to drink his water and collect his thoughts, then took him by the arm and marched him along to the terminals in the library.
The tarty looking piece with the glasses gave them the bent eye but Jimmy ignored her and sat Ricky at a terminal.
"Get weaving," he said.
He honestly didn't think the kid would have been stupid enough to try and gip he own boss, but it didn't hurt to apply a little pressure.