[ The teller fumbles a pair of stacks short of the money bag and starts to sniffle, progress stalled to a stop. William rolls his eyes. ]
It sure as hell isn’t for the company. [ He nudges Claire forward with the wrist of his gun hand -- closer to the counter, knife withdrawn to leave her room to slip free. ] Make yourself useful and bring that bag here, won’t you.
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It sure as hell isn’t for the company. [ He nudges Claire forward with the wrist of his gun hand -- closer to the counter, knife withdrawn to leave her room to slip free. ] Make yourself useful and bring that bag here, won’t you.