Without thinking, she stood up so fast, her chair tipping over with a crash, and violently grabbed the back of the man's shirt, pulling backwards and away from the door. The color in her face rose with anger again, but the volume of her voice remained low as she slammed the door back behind them. Her head jerked towards the blinds on the window and she jerked them down violently, the sound of them clattering against the doorframe the prelude to the next.<br/><br/>"No.<em>No, no, no.</em>You can't act like my irritation with you is so out of line. Any sane person would treat you the same way -- you slap a person and they're probably not going to want to be Susie goddamn Sunshine in your presence. You feel the same way about me, it's no different."<br/><br/>"And let's look at what kind of bullshit you're giving me -- First it's, 'Do this and I won't show the boss your numbers', and then it's "If you do this, I<em>will</em>show the boss your numbers.' Excuse me if I'm not beaming with excitement at the fucking predicament you've put me in -- and if you're unwilling to call it blackmail, I'm not real sure what else I'd label that as because it fits the description pretty damn well -- and then  holding your own supposed guilt over my head as some kind of trump card I should fall to my knees and be grateful for isn't the most welcoming thing, either. I'm not the only one here with a shitty attitude. You can still be a dick without raising your voice. At least I'm honest about it."<br/><br/>She yanked her chair up from the ground and unfolded it again, sitting down with a solid 'thump', her arms crossed again, forming a kind of barrier around herself. "So now that that's out of the way, how about you sit down and we can strike a deal about this and move on with our lives."