8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

We Won

A/N: Hi everyone. I'll be positing a few chapters today, so please enjoy this chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: July 1899

Jaime's POV

We walked into Pulitzer's office. It was rather grand. I'd dream to have a place like this.

We overheard a man named Jonathan as Jack told us stop Seitz frantically.

"It's awful. Everyone's calling. Mr. Hearst, Mr. Bennett, and the mayor, and suck awful language," he whispered. "The city is at a standstill and they blame the chief. It's like the end of the world. Oh, dear, I didn't say that."

Jack, Davey, and I walked past them and went straight to Pulitzer.

Pulitzer was pacing behind his desk, a little cigar in his mouth.

Is he related to Race secretly?

"Extra, extra Joe," Jack said, pulling our pape out of his shirt pocket. "Read all about it."

He put in on Pulitzer's desk and stepped back.

Davey stood by the bookcase a few feet back while I joined Jack at Pulitzer's desk.

He doesn't scare me.

Pulitzer looked over the paper in front of him, skimming over it.

"I promised that if you defied me that I would break you," Pulitzer responded. "I'll keep that promise, boy. Now, I gave you the chance to be free. I don't understand. Anyone who doesn't act in his own self-interest is a fool."

"And what does that make you," Davey shouted from the book case.

"What?"

Davey walked up and joined us in front of his desk.

"Oh, this is my pal, David," Jack introduced.

"Yeah, David," Pulitzer mumbled.

"The walkin' mouth," Jack continued.

Davey rolled his eyes at that name. I have a feeling that will become his newsie name.

"You talk about self-interest, but since the striker circulation been down 70%. Every day you're losing thousands of dollars just to beat us out of one lousy tenth of a cent. Why?" Davey spoke.

Pulitzer put his cigar back in his mouth.

"Maybe it's not about the money, Dave. Maybe it's about the power. I mean, what kind of message does it send if 'a bunch of angry kids with no money' can beat big shots like him?" I stated.

"Exactly, James. If Joe gives into nobodies like us, that means we got the power. And he can't do that no matter what it costs. Am I right, Joe?" Jack said.

Pulitzer blew out the smoke from his cigar.

"I sent for the police. They must be here by now. Send them in, Seitz. Send them in," Pulitzer spoke.

"And I'm not going back to jail, Joe. And nor is my sister," Jack yelled.

We walked behind the desk and opened the window.

"Look out here. Right out here is where your power ends," I said.

I opened the windows to reveal the loud noise from the crowd.

Pulitzer quickly covered his ears.

"Close the windows! Close the windows!" he yelled. "Stop that infernal noise! Go home!"

He continued to shout go home at them as I kept speaking.

"I don't hear you, Joe!" Jack shouted.

"Go home! Now you listen to me!" Pulitzer yelled.