"What... whoa, wait a minute. What kind of shit you talking?" It had been how long? Over 20 years?! "That's crazy. Fuck!!"
He'd actually died? Well.. yeah. It was probably inevitable, given the state of things at that time. He nodded, glad the girl hated lawyers. "Yeah, I hate them. Them and bankers.. and politicians. They always fucking somebody over. Fucking guys, never tell the fucking truth. They'll fuck anyone and everything."
Yeah, he still had issues. He still couldn't believe that maricon, that horse Jerry, having the bank charge ten points interest on every piece of money he brought in.
He frowned at the mention of a coffee shop. "Wha.. umm, but aren't you the secretary? Who's your boss, momma? Better yet, direct me to the boss of the firm. I need to talk to him." He winced, staggering slightly on his feet. The adrenalin from being shot started wearing off. Plus, his clothes were all bloody. "Fuckin' shit.. they ruined my 300-dollar suit."