A dull headache throbs at the front of his skull as Brenden lingers in his office in the back. His eyes flutter close as he pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger - a heavy sigh releasing from his mouth. The usual mask of indifference was crumbling as his phone rang for the fifth time in a row - his other hand fisting on his powerful thigh. It took almost everything in him to keep from snatching the cell off the desk and smashing it into the wall. Honestly, what had happened to his innocent and darling sister? It was a mystery to him. The young adult had found herself drawn into a bad crowd and she had already spent the night several times in jail for minor offenses. After the first time, Brenden refused to bail her out let alone loan her money to feed her drug addiction. It was a nightmare. How desperately he wanted to help and yet, she was practically a con artist, promising to get better but needing money to "get on her feet".

What a joke.

He couldn't even let her into the shop anymore as she was stealing his god damn needles. How creative. Removing his hand from his nose, he lightly sets his fingers onto the desk as he drums them, his eyes opening to look down at his phone - it's silent for a whole minute before the vibration starts up again, his sister's name appearing on it. He debates for a long moment before finally hitting the green button and lifting it to his ear. "WHAT THE FUCK, BENNY! ANSWER YOUR GOD DAMN PHONE!" His sister screams through the device and he's forced to hold it away from his ear as his gaze narrows furiously. Lips pursing, "I'm not giving you anymore money so you can keep ruining your life," his dark tenors snap angrily, "And for the record - I did answer the phone," he tacks on to simply be an ass.

"Benny pleaaaaaaase, I need the money to pay the rent," she whines which only makes Brenden more agitated, his leg now bouncing furiously as he bends over the desk and and drags a hand down his face. "You just got out of jail yesterday, you don't have rent to even pay. I know how you play these games and I refuse to give you anything else - not until you actually want to clean up," he states with an angry sigh as he mentally prepares himself for her next outburst and right on queue, she does just that right as someone walks into the front of the shop (though he's far too wrapped up in his conversation to hear the quiet 'hello'), "Fuck you, asshole! You're a worthless piece of trash and an even worse brother!" His sister screams wildly into the phone before hanging up, Brenden's fingers clutching the phone with an almost crushing force, entirely unaware of the slender blonde standing ten feet away from him.

Turning on a heel, he takes the phone and launches it at the wall, his anger finally getting the best of him, as it smashes satisfyingly against a wooden panel, not terribly far from the woman. Straightening, his breaths are slightly ragged from the rage and it's only then that he sees movement from the corner of his eye as he looks over his shoulder, brows arched in surprise. Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he closes his eyes as he subdues the rage, clearing his throat as if she hadn't just seen him smash his phone to bits. "Ah, it... slipped," he explains lamely as he stalks over to the destroyed electronic. Bending down, he gathers what he can and deposits it in the trash right next to the receptionist desk and turns to face her. "How can I help you?" His deep voice drawls as he turns his gaze on the customer.