While I may have been fired, it seems my 5 years of grueling work in door-to-door sales and cold calling has finally paid off.
"I will come over tomorrow after work to sign the papers. Don't you dare sell it to anyone else."
"You have my wo-"
"YOU!" A colossal man comes stomping over to Moxie.
Yet she stands there with an indifferent raised eyebrow.
"You told me that all the ladies would love me! But they keep calling me a freak of nature!"
His body is dysmorphed like a radioactive mutant, with biceps shaped like plates, which sharply contrast his chicken legs.
With crossed arms, she looks up at the man without a hint of fear. "I said they would if you worked out. But we ladies aren't a big fan of body dysmorphia nor steroids."
"I- Well- they. That doesn't matter! I want my money back, and give me a free membership for the rest of my life for the false advertising!"
"Best I can do is a complimentary towel and permission to use the water cooler."
"I knew something was off when you conned me into signing up for this bullshit deal!"
She gives a close-eyed smile. "I haven't the faintest clue as to what you're referring to. But, our plan comes with many benefits, in fact, I think you might be interested in upgrading your plan to platinum mem-"
"You fucking bitch! I-" The large man grits his teeth, clenching his fist hard enough to make a sound.
"What? What are you going to do?" She states arrogantly, as though trying to poke the bear.
It seemed to have worked as the man drew his arm back. "Stop looking at me with that sly grin you deceptive bitch!"
So while most white knights would come dashing to her aid, I think a con artist like her should face the consequences of getting caught.
That's my motto: nothing is wrong with deceiving people, as long as you're prepared to face the consequences of your actions.
Plus, she can sue him and gain money for assault, meaning more money for rent, it's a win, half win, loss.
But, why am I running towards her?
am I actually playing hero again?!
Pushing her out of the way both our eyes widen in cofnusion.
What the hell am I doing!?
His rocket like fist slams against my face.
The impact sends me flying back into a bench press station.
Wincing my eyes slowly open, my vision is still blurry.
All I see is the blinding ceilign light.
And... why does that weight look like its coming closer?
My eyes widen as the 40 KG weight seems to be falling towards my face.
It slams down on my nose, and for a moment I feel the weight crush down on my sku-