Pegment Ricardo

Drop It Or Resign

"How many times do I have to repeat myself-write something believable or just stay at the bunkers? Drop this nonsense--" the handsome male in front of me hissed slamming the file back on the glass desk. I winced but still held fast.

"With all due respect sir please reconsider--"

"Reconsider what? This garbage and nonsense? One last chance, Cooper, which is it?"

I shifted on my feet and pulled my most pitiful look, pouting slightly. "I choose....." I drawled purposely watching his expression soften a bit. I bit the bullet quickly. "I will give you a much more detailed story, sir!"

"Bullshit! Give me what?! How many times do I have to repeat myself that I don't want to see any of these Mafia shit?!" he roared jabbing a figure at the blue file in front of him. I winced again at the loudness of his tone. Darn  it, couldn't this freak just cool down first.

"Sorry, sir."

"How long are you going to say sorry? I need actions! A real story for the love of all that's holy!"

"Will do, sir."

"If you can't get it into your head, do me a favor by resigning, Cooper. This Mafia story is firing bullets at me from the netizens!"

"Dear brother, this story is actually a top trend besides this, Roberto Rodriguez is on the top floor and many people want to know everything there's about him," I coaxed in a cattish voice but my brother frowned deeply. Handel scowled ; deep blue eyes like glaciers.

"Drop it or resign."

"But---"

"Which one is it?"

"Brother, please--"

"Resignation I assume. Good choice, Miss Cooper. Well then,Grac--"

I interjected quickly, sweating bullets but not forgetting to sprout every vulgar beauty I had in my mind. I forced a smile, snatching the file from his desk and stuffing it under my arm.

" There's no need to be rush, sir. I will drop this case and forget about it. I will look into a much more reasonable case and forget about thsi one completely. Bury it with all the other sixteen copies in my backyard. Let's forget these bygones and move on amicably."

Handel smiled handsomely, satisfied, the darned woman-killer dimple splitting his cheek. Yes, woman-killer dimple. This guy was a sculpture of jade that was made in heaven while as for me.... Ah, let's not poke at the sore wounds.

"Well done, Cooper. You can take up this case and write a much reasonable and much convincing story," he said taking another blue file from the file cabinet behind him. I took the offered file in both hands, smiling like a idiot. I opened it but stopped dead when I saw the title: Street cats genocide.

I looked up slowly from the file, trembling slightly. Handel sipped on his coffee flamboyantly.

"Do you like it? It's perfect, right?"