Shit. Mac actually isn't sure if she's fucking with him or if he's actually successfully bluffed an executive thoroughly enough to get in trouble. Neither is great. He catches the ball, but not without a bit of an obvious fumble and a too-panicky flinch as it nears his face.
"Oh, I, uh...I mean, Johnson, pshaw, he's such a pussy about these things, I've got everything totally taken care of. My projections aren't late, he's just, you know, paranoid." Painfully obvious squeezing of the rubber ball. "The annointed price mortage cap...the whole thing is completely taken care of, so, uh, you can go back and report to him that everything's fine..."
He picks at a sticker on the ball, chewing the inside of his mouth. "Anyway, I'm going to need to see ID if you're going to loiter around a place for authorized people, Johnson or not."
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"Oh, I, uh...I mean, Johnson, pshaw, he's such a pussy about these things, I've got everything totally taken care of. My projections aren't late, he's just, you know, paranoid." Painfully obvious squeezing of the rubber ball. "The annointed price mortage cap...the whole thing is completely taken care of, so, uh, you can go back and report to him that everything's fine..."
He picks at a sticker on the ball, chewing the inside of his mouth. "Anyway, I'm going to need to see ID if you're going to loiter around a place for authorized people, Johnson or not."