Upon hearing the terms of his release, Randall was more then a little ticked when he realised who his new boss would be.
More than a little. Though maybe some of the redness on his face was probably not just from anger but the blood rushing to it as he was held like this.
If anything though, Sullivans almost blank expression as he held him made it even more aggravating. As if Randall was just a mere annoyance as opposed to someone he’d run away from, his life on the line, just two years prior.
Someone who had at least made a deep impact. Someone who had mattered.
(It hadn’t been in a positive way mind you, but still- a look of fear, or even joyful glee as he got some payback had been better than this.)
Finally however, as the seconds ticked by- and Sulley seemed to silently observe him as he wriggled- the monster finally spoke. Deemed him worthy of such a thing, Randall internally sneered.
Technically it was the first time he’d spoken to Randall since that fateful day and the words were less then ground breaking.
"…Aren’t there terms to your parole? I don’t think punching me will look too good.” He fell into silence again, a frown on his face.
He sounded flat, almost bored.
Randall scowled but stopped moving and the big blue brute finally put him on the floor again. Slowly, easily, with no great fanfare.
"Let’s go I guess." The same flat tone as before.
Randall didn’t follow immediately afterwards, instead folding both pairs of arms, glaring daggers into the back of his head.
He’d make Sullivan rue the day he thought Randall Boggs was so easy to dismiss.
So caught up in himself, he didn’t really notice the dark underlines under Sulley’s eyes, nor the clenched fist.
Being a CEO wasn’t all fun and games. Especially not while in the CDA’s pocket.