Whiskey Rush
One can never abuse stupidity too much than one stupid man more stupid than the dumbest of all motherfuckers in the town.
The landline telephone rang in his desk while his face is sulked into his undending pile of paperworks that needed review and signed.
He frustratingly took the telephone while stroking his fountain pen on the document up front him. "Hello?"
"Sir, Mr. Wenceslao wants to speak with you." says his lousy and incompetent secretary from the other room.
"I'm busy, sabihin mo tatawagan ko siya mamaya." sabi niya, saka akmang ibaba na ang telepono, ngunit agad siyang sinapawan ng kanyang sekretarya.
"He's on the other line, Sir." he sighs in irritation as she pauses. "--and he says it's urgent."
"Fine. Pass the line to me."
"In a second, Sir." agad na sabi nito, saka niya inipit ang telepono sa pagitan ng kanyang tenga at balikat, habang nagpipirma ng mga dokumento.
"Mr. Wu, I hope I didn't bother you a bit."
Oh yes, don't even mention it.
"No, of course not. Go on." kaswal niyang aniya. Sino nga ba si Mr. Wenceslao?
Ah, a shareholder. Major. He has to put his fake masks into his character depending upon the person he forms conversations with.
"This is a matter of urgency," he starts, and Alex could not keep but roll his eyes. That's what everyone says just to speak with him. "I have concerns with stock ownership, dahil may nabalitaan ako at nakalkal kailan lang, Mr. Wu."
"Mm-hmm, what is this about?" he pretends to be interested.
"Three days ago, weird things are starting to happen. Many of the major stockholders are blabbing nonsense to me--"
"Can you, can you be direct to the point please? I'm not-- we're not trying to go around in circles, please. Nahihilo ako. I don't need storytelling."
"Listen to me first," Wenceslao ordered, and Alex can already hear the 'Listen, you scumbag' tone in his voice.
What? He's just trying to be nice.
"I am saying, thirty percent of your major shareholders are no longer taking ownership of your stocks! Goodness, check it for yourself." di makapagpigil na anito.
And at that point, Alexander was sure he is almost starting to have seizures in shock and astonishment. His chest clenched so much, he thought he is going to have cardiac arrest and die at that very moment.
When it's all about stock ownership and finance, he freaks the hell out.
"Wait." he gulps as he is trying to sink the news in. It was very fast and sudden, and part of him wants to regret rushing Wenceslao to speak.
He took the intercom phone from the other side of his table, and quickly called for his secretary. Nagkukumaho at hindi magkaugaga. It was like in a swift turn of events, he went nuts from being too chill.
"Annisa, email me the updated reports. ASAP."
"Annual po ba, Sir?"
"No--" sinapo niya ang kanyang noo. "The finance. Kung pwede naka-excel na listahan ng shareholders."
"Yes sir, five minutes--"
"No, bring it to me in two minutes."
"But sir--"
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