Any attempt at dignity was lost the moment those fingers caught his throat. He dropped the ice pack and shirt the moment the man moved. Working on instinct, he was already throwing his hand against Hadad's wrist. Had the man been merely a business man, there was enough strength behind it to deflect the grasp. But Mike is severely outmatched and before he can even fully process that the blow hadn't worked, he's on his feet struggling to breathe. He beats at the arm holding him, trying to kick him. He barely even registers the needle in his shoulder.
"We all have secrets," he wheezed out, scrambling for details. He seized on a detail Hadad had teased him with earlier. "...debts..." he managed. "Needed to pay...gambling..." He was forming a tale of setting up to take money from the company to pay of astronomical debts.
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Date: 2018-08-30 06:08 am (UTC)"We all have secrets," he wheezed out, scrambling for details. He seized on a detail Hadad had teased him with earlier. "...debts..." he managed. "Needed to pay...gambling..." He was forming a tale of setting up to take money from the company to pay of astronomical debts.