A Reporter | Antoine Griezmann

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As I was about to knock on Andrew's office to get my phone and laptop I felt like I should't knock yet, since they're having an argument and I didn't know what to do. I really just stood next to the door with my ear to it just to listen to what they're talking about.

Is it a bad idea? Yeah.
Do I care? Yeah, but probably gonna listen to it anyway.

"Andrew weren't you the one that told us to make the last reporter give up on his work?" It's Neymar's voice.

"I did! But not fucking put a knife on his ribs and dagger it slowly till he freaks the fuck out and pay that 20,000$ cash you idiot!" Andrew said.

As the news said, they didn't kick their last reporter out. He just gave up on his work saying it's too hard.

"Well yeah he did give you the money cash at the end didn't he? " Antoine said calmly.

"He did." Andrew replied.

"Now you've hired a fucking night club like girl with half of her ass showing up on display with those shorts. How the fucking fuck do you fucking think the mates out there won't give up on the plan?" Antoine said.

The plan? They hire reporters and make them give up their job just so they could get the money from them? Why would they pay them! Well I would've went to the police.

"Griezzo take a breath now-" Andrew tried to calm Antoine down but he just kept going.

"You'vr hired a fucking girl! You think we'll have a soft spot and lower our level for example? It's in our contract. Kill, pay or be killed you idiot!" Antoine's tone hot louder now I'm getting scared this is going out of hand.

Why would they do that? What kind of contact is Antoine talkimg about? The kill, pay or whatever thing. Why would they kill. Did they even kill someone by now ?

I was listening closely now by the fact that I'm too scared to move that I might make a sound and get caught.

"You're a fucked up mess Andrew! How the hell would I kill a girl?- unhire her. Now." Antoine added.

"Neymar say a fucking word! Don't stand by there looking at your fucking shoes! " Antoine was getting out of hand.

"What do you want me to say? That I'm not gonna kill her? That she has a life to do ahead of her? That this son of a bitch brought her here and made her sign that damn contract without us even knowing who the 'new reporter that you'll adore!" Is! Andrew you screwed this whole thing up!" Neymar was saying those words ans I felt in each word a dagger sliding in my ears.

I'm not moving, I want to move but I can't. I'm too scared I'm not doing it.

What they'll do to me? I don't want to be killed. That contract well get me to pay that 20,000$ they were talking about earlier. Why didn't I read the contract before I signed it !

I started crying, I put my hand on my mouth to don't make a sound and try to focus on them.

"Andrew fucking leave her and get another man not a female. How old is he? Like 23? I'm not killing a 23 years old female!  You brought a fucking female in here were I can't kill, and if I didn't I'll be the one to die!" I heart them banging stuff inside, this is so screwed up. I'm only crying more and more and getting more nervous.

I started tk shake my legs not holding me in I was trying to keep my breath steady as much as i could. But I couldn't, these words were only making me want to cry even more, that my eyes were all blurry and I can't even see a thing now.

Only tears pouring from my eyes covering my palm now, with my unsteady breathing. I have to leave before I get caught.

For moments I was only hearing them screaming and fighting about the fact that they have to kill me or they'll die. I didn't know what do to or how to act or what kind of situation I was in.