"One, how sure are you about your contacts at the hospitals? Can we concentrate on the party angle and trust you to handle the other one?" Francis maintains eye contact with Sam trying to gauge if he is on point again after the Nitty fiasco.
One seems distracted. He was hoping the meet would go quicker, and he could head back upstairs for this battle. You can see him subtly mouthing the words to rhymes he intends to use and nodding his head to the bass from upstairs, obviously not in time with the pop-yodeling playing in this room. He's eager to wrap this whole thing up and be on with his day. It's kinda disrespectful and more than a little unprofessional. On top of everything else, he seems positively giddy about how the meeting went, despite having been made to look the fool and having the crap kicked out of him.
"Yo, i paid em and told em there'd be more if I got a call. Told em there's be more than THAT if i got the call before anyone else.""Well, I think we’re just about done here folks. One, is there anyplace where we can speak in relative privacy amongst ourselves? The less you two know the better."
They both nod in agreement before One says,
"Seem like that'd be on yall buncha hardcore ass Jack City locals, right?" with his big goofy grin and what you swear is almost a wink. Jill stands up from the chair, kills the music, and addresses the group one last time.
"Thank you all for doing this. Contact me with any new developments, please?" She then walks to the door, opens it slowly, and leaves, looking frail enough that the rain outside might wash her away. One moves to the still open door, leans his right hand on it and says,
"So, we all good?"
