#thxtwins

hardcore

I get that too, it tends to just be slow internet that does it… :c Maybe it’s just the WiFi you have down under, it’s pretty shit in the UK, too. <3 x

Q hadn’t been told that L’Eclaire Villiers would be in the building, let alone in his branch. So really it was fair to say that when his desk and himself was surrounded by large, muscled men he was a little bit shocked. And annoyed. Don’t forget annoyed. 

“What is this? No, actually I don’t care. Get out of my office, whoever wants to talk to me can do it all on their lonesome or they can go as well.” Q said sternly, hauling all 5″9, 119 pounds of himself up out of the chair to square up to the men around him. “Come on, scat. Find something else to do, someone else to bother and attempt to intimidate. I’m sure that- ah.” Oh my god, L’Eclaire Villiers is sat in my office. Well, that explains the guards. “I’m completely sure that Miss Villiers can handle herself.” 

thxtwinsBusiness was good. Better than ever in fact, clients came and went and they were mostly satisfied. Except for the few that Jim that found a way to outsmart for the better of the business of course. 

He had a talent for consulting, most people didn't have his brain, his capacity to plan even the smallest detail ensuring everyone’s success, but mostly his own. He had many talents, he did, however lack the muscle. That’s why he hired talent, only the best in the field to join his first, some in a retainer bases, others as a sort of casual employees of the firm that came and went as they were needed. 

But Jim was in the look out for someone more permanent, someone that was as exceptional as he was, someone that could benefit the firm, and money wasn't a problem. In the grapevine he had heard the name Monet Villiers. An apparent skilled shot described as a bit of a sociopath. Perfect. He had arranged a meeting between to two right in his offices, a talk, a test, a job that’s usually the way it went, if people were good enough. If they weren’t they would leave in a body bag, but he left that part out of the invitation.

Jun checked the time before grabbing his things and taking off down the road, he ran down the sidewalks in a hurry before hiding out behind a trash can and peaking over the side, this would be the fifth time this week it snowed, his mother would beat him over his head with a frying pan if he returned home and announced the snow. Despite being a college student he didn't look or act as one and his mother didn't treat him as such, he'd be the death of himself sometimes. Jun laughed softly as he slid down the wall and stared out curiously, he only had an hour left till work, so he'd just sit there.