Ricky took the case. "Gettin real sick of your attitude Liz. You're just lucky I don't have time to deal with ya or you'd been in for a world of hurt." He snarled as he walked back into the office. 

"I didn't really liked the way you talked to the lady Ricky." Harrison said as he nestled his bag onto his back and took the case. "I'd teach you a lesson about how to treat a lady, but your boss here wants to keep this as private as possible." He added with a chuckle. 

"Whatever, that little bitch don't deserve no damn respect." Ricky replied after harrison took the case and turned to leave. 

"Oh Ricky... I really wish you'd just kept your mouth shut." The Killing Joke replied with a small sigh. In truth he'd been waiting for a reason to give Ricky a good beating. Which he did. A fist to the gut followed by a kick to the face. He grinned. Ricky looked like he was gonna talk. Perhaps he would question Harrison's reasoning. But it was stopped by another powerful kick, this time sending him through the door. Harrison laughed that same somewhat sadistic laugh as he put a foot on the bodyguards chest. He unholstered one of his guns and pointed it at his face. "Now. Your boss is gonna fire you. Cause you suck at what you do. But not before you say sorry to the babe here." He glanced back pulling the other gun. "And I'm sure miss attitude here will keep the secret. Just as long as she gets a raise and some more vacation time. What do you think?" He spoke to the boss and then Liz totally unaware that she was the babe he'd met just earlier today. 

"O-okay! Okay okay!" Ricky spoke frantically as he glanced at Liz. "Dammit... I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk to you..." 

"Or any other chick." Harrison interrupted.

"I shouldn't talk to you or any other chick with anything but respect!" Ricky finished. 

This was all mostly for Harrison's amusement. He didn't give a damn about how the dude treated women. But it was fun. Plus Ricky was probably crapping his pants right about now.