She looked around in the lobby, occasionally smiling and nodding to familiar faces. Lisa couldn't imagine handling more than three men. In fact, she had thought three would be her limit, until she had her little negotiation with the three big black external auditors. She heard the sounds of tapping to see Ally making her way towards her, her bright red heels clacking against the tiled floor.

"I can't believe it Lisa, twelve percent for the both of us!" Ally exclaimed.

"Wow! So how much money are we talking about here?" Lisa asked.

Ally leaned in and whispered a figure. Lisa's eyes widened and she moved back in surprise.

"You're serious?"

"Yes! If we can get this whole union to cool down and get them to agree to back off, well..."

"Unbelievable..."

"I know, right? I'll tell you more on the way down," Ally said as she pressed the button for the elevator.

As the elevator made its descent towards the basement, Ally leaned in close to Lisa.

"So, I hear this group is a bunch of black guys. They own a lot of votes apparently and they also talk with the guys off duty who are black," Ally informed.

"So... this is like the black vote?"

Ally laughed and lightly tapped Lisa's shoulder.

"I guess you could say that. They are the last folks to put in their votes and if we can convince them today to not strike, well, then we win," Ally said with a wink.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened leading to the basement. Lisa and Ally walked out into a barely lit hallway and made their way towards to large double doors at the end. Lisa's palms sweat at the thought of multiple black men surrounding both her and Ally. Once they reached the double doors, Lisa paused and took a deep breath.

"Here we go," Ally said.

The two walked through and paused. It was a large open room with random boxes, crates and machinery lying around. There were no workers in sight, only one pudgy white man sitting against a wall staring at a Playboy magazine.

"Uh... hi," Ally greeted.

The man looked up and then put his magazine down. He stood up and adjusted his hat.

"Sorry ma'am, this is the basement. I think you need to go up a couple of floors," he said.

"Oh... we're here to speak with the foreman and his crew," Ally said.

The white man's eyebrows furrowed and he looked at the two women.

"I'm the foreman. And you two are?"

"I'm Ally and this is Lisa. Mr. Craft mentioned that he wanted someone to... speak with you and your crew?"

There was a small smirk on the pudgy white man's face. Lisa could see small drops of sweat running down his forehead.

"OH! Well, I'm Jackson Drew, and uh... here, follow me," he said as he hurriedly made his way towards a row of crates.

Lisa figured that this was the white manager that Mr. Brown had told her about. He seemed rather harmless and didn't really strike her as a white supremacist of any sort. Though, he did have a bit of a creepy, sleazy vibe about him.

They stopped once they reached a slightly cleaner area of the basement. Jackson took off his hat, wiped his forehead and eyes the two girls. He pulled out a small walkie talkie.

"Shawn, you there?" He spoke into the walkie talkie.

"Sup?" A deep bass voice answered back.

"Get yourself and the boys over to the corner by 3H. The uh..." Jackson's eyes shifted from side to side and his face grew red as he paused.

"The negotiators are here," he continued.

"Negotiators? As in more than one?" Shawn questioned.

"Uh... yeah. Get over here ASAP."

There was a click on the walkie talkie and Jackson put it away. Lisa looked around the large basement. It was quiet the warehouse full of materials. The two turned and looked down an aisle full of crates when they heard something coming their way. It was a large forklift with several men clinging onto it as a large black man drove it towards Lisa and Ally.

"Fucking crazy ass nig.." Jackson paused.

Lisa could count at least at least six or seven guys somehow on the forklift as it drove closer. A couple more black men walked out from a nearby small office. They were all relatively big and muscular, just a couple were rotund and overweight.

The forklift stopped and the various black men hopped out. A large, muscular, extremely dark, and shirtless black man made his way to the front of the group and extended a hand.

"Sup ladies. I'm Shawn. You's da negotiators?" He asked.

Ally shook his hand, followed by Lisa.

"Yep, we hear you've got leverage over the vote on this new thing the union wants or something?" Ally asked.

"Oh yeah, those fuckers are trying to cut off our breaks. We barely get enough breaks as it is. We're voting to keep our breaks and be able to include some smoke breaks in between too," Shawn replied.

"Well, maybe less breaks is a good thing. It does help make it feel like work goes by faster..." Ally started.

"You shittin' me? That's just fucking ridiculous," Shawn replied.

"Yeah, fuck dat," another black man yelled.

"Well... what if we offered a different kind of break? Maybe... after hours?" Ally suggested.

"The fuck is after hours breaking?" Shawn asked.

Ally seductively walked towards Shawn, making sure to sway her hips. Lisa could clearly see that the black men were enjoying the view. She looked down to see something move underneath Shawn's jeans.

"We can give you a preview right now," Ally said as she softly rubbed on Shawn's leg.