This girl was asking far too many questions about his employees. Green started to get cross. "Look girl, I dunno what your game is, but you ain't going to trick me into giving out confidential information about my employees, that is none of your damn business. You want the newspaper, it's in the trash can by the warehouse. But you're askin' a shit load o' questions about my staff, for a girl who wants a ballcock!"<br/><br/>He glared at her. "They're seventy five cents each. You want one or not?"