Re: Newspaper office: Cat/Jack
You do love making grand statements without knowing what the fuck you're talking about, don't you? [She scoffed, and she picked up the paper he tossed down, but she didn't read it yet, not immediately.] That's your problem, Jack, you assume you know everything. And you, darling, don't know the half of it. And I could fill in your blanks, couldn't I? I could tell you all about my challenges and reparations, but I'm not giving you the pleasure. Why should I? [Another scoff, this one paired with a killer smile, one that matched perfectly with those killer heels.] You've done nothing to earn it.
[That wasn't a lie. Jack asked questions. Jack acquired information that he did nothing with, and it wasn't about getting to what mattered. No, it was a leftover remnant of his addiction. Not the one about the booze, the other addiction, the one that boiled people down to facts for the page. Cat? Cat wasn't going to be anyone's story but her own, and that was something he'd need to figure out someday.
But not today.
She read, mossy gaze skimming lines lazily, as if he wrote every day, and as if she hadn't dragged this out of him with anger and well-placed claws.
Once she was done, she tossed the paper down, and she moved to the printer. She stood there a few seconds, looking at it, looking at it, as if she truly intended to change the ink. But her smile? Her smile said she had something up her sleeve, and when didn't she?
The knock at the door came a moment later, and it came with noise, the bustle of something heavy being carried, and Cat walked over to said door. As if the office was hers and not his, she pulled the door open to reveal two very muscular delivery men, and a new printer between them. State of the art, and loaded with red ink.]
Over there. [She said with a point of her arm, and a wave that said they should take away the old one. And her smile? Her smile said she expected him to throw a fit. But this was chess, and everything was fair as long as you moved the pieces you had to work with. Cat, she just had more pieces to work with than he did.]