8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

A Deal with the Devil

A/N: Hello everyone! Long time no see! Sorry this is so late school started for me and its already kicking me in the butt. Anyways, here's the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Present Day: July 1899

Davey's POV

I watched as Jack, Jaime and Les went inside the tall building. I hope this meeting doesn't go the way I think I will. The newsies continued to chant "strike" and energizing themselves. I walked away from the tall building to see a well dressed man approach me. He couldn't have been more than 40. His brown hair was neatly tucked under his brown cap which matched his brown suit. What could he want?

"Hey what is this strike? What's going on?"

"Uh. We're bringing our demands to Pulitzer," I stuttered.

"What demands?"

"The Newsies' demands. We're on strike."

"Huh," he said, giving me a curious look. "I'm with the 'New York Sun.' I'm Bryan Denton."

He gave me his hand to shake. I looked at it, unsure of what to do.

"You seem like the kid in charge," he commented. "What's your name."

I looked at his hand and hesitantly shook it.

"David," I answered.

"David. David as in 'David and Goliath?" he laughed.

I laughed politely. Its hard to get a read on this guy. Is he genuine or just faking it?

"You really think old man Pulitzer is gonna listen to your demands?"

"He has to," I said confidently. Really I'm not so sure, but he has to be somewhat reasonable right?

A few seconds later, the giant doors slammed open. I turned to see Jack, Jaime, and Les being thrown out by a few security guards.

"Out hooligan," they shouted.

Jaime attempted to stabilize Les as she also tried to stabilize herself.

"So's your old lady," Jack shouted.

"You tell Pulitzer he needs to make an appointment with us!" Jaime yelled.

"Yeah!" Les said to back her up.

The doors shut behind them and they turned to head towards me and Denton. I looked at Jack's face, a mix of frustration and anger spread across it.

"Hey Davey," Jack mumbled.

Jaime looked over at Denton. "Who's this?"

"Bryon Denton. I'm with the 'New York Sun," he said, holding his hand out for her to shake.

She took his hand and gave a firm handshake. "Jaime Kelly, leader of the 'Hatten newsies You can also called me Books." She gave him a kind smile before putting an arm around Jack. "This is my older brother, Jack"

Denton again reached out his hand for Jack to shake. Jack took it and walked to stand by me.

Denton looked over towards Led and bent down to his level.

"What's your name young man," he asked with a warm smile.

"I'm Les," he smiled.

"What's a bright young man like you doing getting thrown out of meetings?" Denton joked.

"Going on strike with my older brother," he said motioning towards me.

Denton stood up again. "How about I take you kids to lunch and we discuss this strike business?"