The blow caused him to jerk his head back. He pushed away from his attacker and further into the chair. A defensive move, that caused the light-weighted and finely upholstered arm chair, to fall backwards. Subsequently taking him down, with it. He rolled over to his right side, with one hand still shielding his face and the other steadying his body on the floor. At least until he managed, to get on his knees. He moved to a stooping posture, making his way to standing up straight. Unfortunately, the other man kicked him in the back. Which sent him hurtling forward and flat on his face.
He rolled his whole body over and turned to look at the other guy. Meanwhile, clutching his bleeding nose. "What was that for?" He yelped in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind, or forgotten where we are?" He started to get up again. The other man ignored him and walked away. Towards a dressing table, at the other side of the medium-sized changing room and sat down. "How dare you say that, about my mother. You forget she has been very supportive and there for us, all this time." The man began wiping sweat from his face. Using a white cloth, that was neatly placed on the dressing table. He panted in fury, all the while watching the bleeding man from the mirror.
"I never said anything bad about her. Just letting you know, that moving that amount of money. In such a way and short time, is a flaming red flag. It will be sure to raise suspicion. And you know what? I really don't need that kind of attention, right now." With that last sentence, the other man swerved around from the table. He stood up and began to walk towards him. "You don't need that kind of attention?! Really? It's still all about you. What you need, when you need it and how you need it! Heck I put my life on hold, so you could live yours. And now, you still need me to tiptoe around your past deeds and fears."
He was now standing face to face, with the other man. Though they were both approximately of the same height, the irate one was the bulkier and actual stronger of the two. "I am done playing the fiddle, so you can dance." He snarled and grabbed the other man, by the shirt collar. "Stop this. Stop this now...." The man being choked, cajoled. Howbeit, in a subdued tone. "This is not the place for this. We have a short time, before they come to pick you up. And you have to prepare."
The other man stared at him, in slight disdain. Let go of his shirt and walked back, to the dressing table. "You know," the wounded man began to speak again. "I must tell you, that I am very disappointed in this outburst and at this time and place. You speak of putting your life, on hold for me. While forgetting, that I made it work. I made your secret possible. I authenticated it, protected it and lavished it's upkeep. And where you are now, would not have been possible...."
"Oh shut it! We had a deal and are bound by a contract...." Shouted the guy at the table, before he turned around and lunged at the other. Both of them lost their balance and landed on the floor. As the stronger one tried to choke him, the other grabbed at his outfit and pulled real hard. Reaping the front buttons out and tearing it off. The other man let go, to gather his shredded apparel together. And while he did that, he spoke; "You talk about secrets! Dude yours are deadly. And at this moment, it's all crushing me with its size. Yes, it's that heavy...".
They never heard the several gentle knocks, on the door. Being immersed, in their furious exchange. "I did find the color you preferred, ma'am. The designer had them delivered ahead, to the studio. They were also quite appreciative, that you would be wearing their brand on air". The young lady spoke excitedly, as she peeked in. "Ma'am? Are you there?" Seeing the dressing room's disarray, she pushed the door a little further and stepped in. Confused by the mess, her eyes quickly searched around. In less than a minute, she found both of them sitting on the floor. Beside the now tumbled couch, which they had fallen over. She screamed instantly, dropped the clothes she was carrying and ran from the room....
"What's wrong with her?" Asked the man, that had been sitting at the dresser. "Tell me she did not just throw those dresses, to the ground." He was not really expecting an answer, as he got up and casually strolled back to the mirror. However, he did get an accurate explanation. "You dropped your wig, in the tussle. And the torn dressing gown, is still laying here on the floor". "I see," said the other man. As he sullenly stared at his stark naked reflection, in the mirror.
