Title: Just Wondering (26/?)
A/N: After a long hiatus, the insanity resumes. Thanks to WNBA.com’s “20 Questions” for this one. I love y’all.
Disclaimer/Legalese: I own the random dude. I don’t own Dawn Staley. She owns herself, and many other people have a share in her as well. If you are connected to the WNBA, please don’t sue me; this was done with tongue firmly planted in cheek and without any malicious, slanderous, or libelous intent whatsoever.
Summary: Don't mess with a point guard.

 

The imposing man with the bald head looked at the woman in front of him as if she had lost her mind. “I’m sorry, ma’am, you must have the wrong address, the high school is several blocks down-”

“I know where the high school is. I went to the high school. I don’t want to work at the high school,” Dawn Staley explained patiently, letting the “ma’am” slide for now. “I hear you run a good security outfit, and that you’ve got vacancies. I want in.”

The man, who stood at least six-six and had the shoulders of a bull, looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “Your resume, please?” he asked in surprise. Dawn slid it across the desk and sat back, feeling more nervous than she had for a very long time. She couldn’t even think of when she had last been in this kind of situation. It didn’t help that the man was casting quite doubtful looks in her general direction. Inwardly, she braced herself for the inevitable test that would come.

He finally looked up. “You have got to be kidding me. Look, April Fool’s Day already passed, lady, so get out of here and go bake some cookies or something.”

Dawn blinked, not wanting to believe that she had heard what he just said. Once it did penetrate that he was in fact serious, she got angry, quite understandably. “Listen, you pig-” she started before completely losing vocal ability. She leaped from her chair, took the surprised man by the front of his shirt, and threw him to the ground with a grunt of effort.

“You took me by surprise,” the man gasped, desperate for any excuse to justify why a much smaller woman had just made him look like a fool.

Dawn gave him a shrug in response. “What, and I’m supposed to warn people before I beat the snot out of them?” she asked rhetorically.

He considered this, and for the first time looked at her with some respect. “Part time all right for you?” he asked.

“Plenty all right, buster. Or do I have to call you Mr. Buster if you’re going to be my boss?”

Now he was not only impressed but also somewhat amused. “I’d prefer if you actually used my name, Ms. Staley, if you wouldn’t mind too much.”

“I think I can manage.”

 

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