Michael was ready to leave town but felt he should have a word with Asa, first. He made Luna listen in.
Asa stood tall in the middle of the room. Michael sat at his desk. He tapped his pencil a few times, then spoke.
"Asa ...when I hired you ...it wasn't so you could fuck that bitch over there. You knew that."
"Agreed," he offered.
"That's mine you fucking prick."
"It won't happen again."
I'm serious Asa, hands off!"
"You have my word, brother."
Michael glared. He knew Asa better than that. His word meant nothing.
Regardless, he wanted out of town so he shook his hand and the meeting was over.
Luna thought about it later.
She didn't agree with Michael.
She didn't agree with Asa either.
But it didn't matter. Nobody asked her.