𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 ❦ (𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝)

Chapter 7

My article about Ms. Williams was a success. I should write more articles like that one.

"Mr. Weekes?" I knock on my boss' open door and he tells me to come in, sitting behind his desk as he writes something down. I step inside.

"Sir, I managed to obtain an interview with prosecutor Ray Toro. I only need to set the appointment with him, so I wanted to consult you in case you had suggestions. If not, I was thinking about next week."

"Very good, Way. Next week sounds perfect. I will take note of that. Anything else?"

"I don't think-"

A knock on the door behind me interrupts my sentence. Urie seps in. "Sorry, wrong timing? I can come back later."

Mr. Weekes shakes his head and Urie steps next to me. "Sir, I'd like a day off tomorrow to attend the premiere of my friend Sarah's newest movie. It would mean a lot to her if I came."

"Sarah? As in Sarah Orzechowski? Are you talking about her new talkie?" I intervene.

"That is correct," Urie confirms. "Talking movies are becoming increasingly popular, and Sarah wants her share too. Hey, how about you come with me, Gerard. Sir, can Gerard come?"

Mr. Weekes babbles, "Um, uh, alright-"

"I can ask that you interview her!" Urie pats my shoulder. "I didn't think you knew anything about the universe of cinema, mister Way. I thought you were the boring, studious type. You will love interviewing Sarah, she is wonderful. Come on, that is the wish you owe me."

"The wish I owe you?" I tilt my head.

"Yes, the wish you owe me. The bet, remember? All eyes were on us." Urie grins, gesturing at the horizon, and Mr. Weekes frowns confusedly as he happens to be sitting between Urie and said horizon.

"Um, o-okay?" I accept. "Mr. Weekes, can I interview her?"

"I normally stand against publishing articles on celebrities, but if that can boost our sales, I suppose we can make an exception." Mr. Weekes nodded. "Remember what you told me during our interview, Mr. Way. Don't disappoint me."

"Won-der-ful. He won't," Urie nonchalantly states. He and I thank our boss and walk out.

"How did you make Mr. Weekes change his mind so quickly? What kind of professional relationship do the two of you have?" I ask Urie.

Urie folds his arms and sighs with a hint of disappointment in me. "You're overthinking. I am only an ordinary man. As to Mr. Weekes, well, he is the chief editor of the Gotham News. What kind of relationship would you want us to have besides boss-employee?"

I give him a skeptical look.

"I am not lying. Do I look like a liar?" he defends.

"You totally do." I crack a smile and he huffs.

"If you say so. See you tomorrow. Please wear your most fabulous outfit, it will be a fancy event."

I sigh and wonder why I always have to find myself having to wear fancy clothes to fancy places.

The next day, I put on the classical, black three-piece suit I was wearing when I lost my job, hoping it will help erase these memories from my mind. Urie comes to my place and eyes me from eye to toe, sighing.

"Mr. Way, have I overestimated you? This can't possibly be the best outfit you own."

"Yes, Mr. Urie, that is indeed the best outfit I own," I snap back annoyedly. Urie sighs once again.