Cyril stared at his two, ever bickering colleagues with disgust. It was only the money dangling at the end of this job that held sway for him, nothing else. He had lost faith in both of them acting like professionals. So, while they behaved badly, he worked ceaselessly to aid the job to safe completion.
"Okay, okay, time up. My cigarette is finished. I can talk now," Cyril said as he crushed his cigarette butt with his boot, exhaling the rest of the nicotine smoke in a fine, straight stream.
"I was making a point," Paulo snapped irritably, his head cocked to the side.
"Like I really care about any point you make, Paulo," Sharon said sarcastically.
Cyril knew it was the beginning of another bout of bickering so he jumped in immediately. "At this point," Cyril began in a stern voice that gave Sharon and Paulo a moment's pause. "It's the job that should be of utmost importance to us."
