He smirked at the salary man and made sure the door was definitely closed, approaching him as if he was going to kiss him. Then he flicked out his knife, nice and quick, wasting no time. He didn't want to get molested by some gay pervert, after all. He had to act fast or ew. He held his knife to Jonathan's throat and cocked his head to the side.

"Listen up, eh? Sissy man. You're gonna give me your watch and your wallet, like a good boy. Or we're gonna have a problem. And you don't wanna have a problem with me." He puffed himself up, trying to look as threatening and dangerous as he could.