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I was laying in bed, relaxing as a couple of fine ladies were massaging my shoulders, when I heard the phone ringing from two feet away—my bedroom. "Sorry ladies. Gotta go get that!" I sent a wink to the lovely women, a beyond gorgeous smile tugged their lips as they blushed at my wink.
When I stepped foot in my room, checking to see who the hell decided to ruin my lovely spa, I picked up my phone to see the caller ID.
The screen was lit up with big bold words, Leo.
"Leo, huh?" I smirked to myself before answering this golden boy. "Why, hello golden-boy! How may I assist you this fine evening?" I chirped into the phone.
"Ever heard of Rookie Chandler?"
Rookie Chandler. Hmm, I thought aloud. "Can't say that I have. What's the special occupation? Police officer? Firefighter, drug dealer? Well, whatever it is, I am one thousand percent sure that he'll do great!" I thought of any possible position that I would have to look out for. I wouldn't be a good and well respected boss if I didn't. Even if my kind of fun is getting people those jobs, and then stabbing them in the back when they don't do as I ask.
Hey, at least I admit it!
"No, man. Rookie is my friend's cousin's name! Not an actual rookie!" I laughed so motherfucking hard I pissed myself. Rookie?! Who the fuck names their kid that?!
"Rookie, huh? Sounds like a fun name!" I laughed more at that ridiculousness the poor soul was given.
"He killed his dad." I stopped pissing myself with laughter. Maybe I will like this kid after all.
"So. Who's the kid?"
"He didn't actually kill his dad, he got accused of it. Words also out that Will assaulted his sister, you know...sexually...anyways, we need to do something!" Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo!
"Always trying to save everyone, Lee-Lee. Tell ya what. You come give your good friend a visit and we'll plan something out, how's that sound? Oh! Bring the pests with you." I informed the golden boy.
"Pest? You mean—
"Yes, Leo, I mean cookie and bill!"
"Rookie and Wi—" I hung up before he had the audacity to correct me.
I think I will be referring Rookie to Cookie now.
"Stella! I need you to cancel all of my appointments, that includes my precious spa ones, as well. And order some of that fancy champagne! We have guests!" I snapped at my Assistant, that worthless, no good, witch. Whoever hired her was sure drunk.
I have to admit my drunk actions are simply a whole other person's.
"Yes, sir. Right away Sir."
"And quite calling me Sir! Makes me feel old."
"But...it was your order to call you Sir."
"And?! Stop!"
Why can't these bitches understand?!
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The look behind those tired eyes
Narrativa Storica"It's the look behind those tired eyes, Chandler. They tell a story not many could comprehend. Not a lot of people in your position are able to speak up about their mental health as much as you, you talking about it is a great thing!" "The only good...
