Michael shuffled backwards away from the man and towards the wall.
"Now. Are you going to give me the box?"
He continued to slap his palm with the metal bar.
"I...I don't h-have it."
"Oh come on, you're not fooling me with that."
The man in the suit raised the metal bar and took a step towards Michael, ready to strike him.
A crackle of static came from the man's pocket.
"Boss? Boss? We've found it," a distorted voice said.
The man in the suit smiled and lowered the metal bar.
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