A man with curly brown hair flings the doors open and storms into the conference room.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? MY SON IS IN THERE!"
He turns on the man with the trimmed beard and Chanel glasses, who looks about ready to melt into his seat at the polished mahogany table.
The bald man's voice becomes a low growl. "Sirius. Explain."
Sirius holds out both hands. "Sam, calm down. Your son's not hurt, is he?"
Sam grits his teeth. "No, but he very well could be. What the hell were you thinking? Disarm those traps. Now!"
Sirius takes a deep breath. "No."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, no."
Sam strides up to Sirius and grabs his collar. "I swear, Sirius -"
Sirius yanks his collar away from Sam's grasp. "Don't you see, Sam? Your son is ruining the experiment. Our purpose was to -"
"I don't bloody care what your purpose is, you stupid scientist! Disarm those traps before my son gets hurt."
"Pull him from the show, then. If you're so worried about your son, pull him from the show. There were no guarantees that no one wouldn't get hurt. You knew that. Yet you agreed to let him stay."
Sam's nostrils flare like an angry ox's. "You know very well it isn't my choice to make."
"No? You're the producer, are you not?"
"I do not control the network! The network controls me!"
Sirius tut-tutted. "I'm very sorry, Sam."
"Goddammit, Sirius if my son gets hurt -"
"Then he should've run faster."
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Empty City
Science FictionA girl awakens in an empty city devoid of people or any semblance of life. She cannot remember her past, or why she is here. Then she meets a boy whom she so badly wants to trust - because there's no one else. But is he who he seems to be? Why is...
