You know what you did, but you're pretty sure he doesn't.

So, you go for the good, old-fashioned...lying.

That's right. You're lying to your boss' face and hope you don't end up with a bullet wound as a reward.

This is a bad decision. You just know it.

You swallow, and give a shaky grin. "Sir, you called for me?"

Keep it easy. Keep it simple. Gentle. Let nothing by.

He breathes out smoke like the dragon he sometimes feels like, plucking the cigarette from his lips and tapping away ash into a circular dish, leaning back in his chair a moment. The clock on the wall ticks idly by as you wait, and you try to calm your erratic heart as best as possible.

"...I've been good to you, haven't I?"

Oh, he must've called your name while you spaced out. You give a quick nod and smile. "You have, sir, more than kind. More than gracious in fact."

"More than gracious," he echoes, sliding the still lit cigarette between his lips again, clutching the butt of it between his teeth as he takes in a slow breath.

You know this is an intimidation tactic. You've seen it be used numerous times. It works. It works well.

You stand stock still as he plucks the cigarette free again, waving his hand in the air. "And yet...you do this to me. You know what this looks like? Do you have any idea?"