It's a "No" for me Dawg.
The Boss’ study. Jerrald sits behind his desk in his leather chair. His phone sits beside the ashtray. Every few seconds he taps the home button on his phone as if expecting a message, growing increasingly annoyed with each empty screen. Opposite him sits Jack, cool indifference on his face. He watches Jerrald for a minute before speaking. Jack: (Lights a cigarette) She’s not going to call. (Takes a long pull before he begins blowing O rings) Jerrald: You don’t know that. Jack: (Exhales a fine line of smoke) Jerrald, look at me. (Jerrald reluctantly pulls his eyes away from his phone) Yes. I. Do. She is not going to call. You wanted me to handle it right? Jerrald: Yes. Jack: Well, I handled it. And I’m nothing if not thorough. Jerrald: Yeah, but-- Jack: But what? We are not doing this again. I’m serious. I thought you called me here to talk about real matters. If not, I go. Jerrald: Fine. (opens the drawer to his desk, tosses the phone inside, snaps the drawer closed)...