The red call light was blinking again. With a sigh, I rose. The plunging neckline of my uniform chafed. I tugged it higher.
"Mr. President?"
A glass vase flew by and crashed into the wall beside me. In one hand, he clutched today's issue of The Times; the other, he pointed angrily at me. "Find the leaker by tomorrow or I'll find a new lawyer."
I bowed and exited, already mourning the loss of yet another, innocent staffer.
When I returned, a notification caught my eye. One unread message. I opened it and smiled. It was from The Times.
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Short & Sweet Stories
NouvellesA collection of short stories that're mostly written in the genre fantasy or sci-fi. Many of these will be prompted responses for a contest or something of that nature, so the updates are slow and random. You have been warned and now enjoy~ ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) ...
