Hotter Than Hell

Papercuts.

Veronica's Pov

Mr. Black came into my small office and angrily growled, "Miss King, please tell me why there are two police officers in reception looking for you?"

My cheeks flushed red. I didn't think they'd be here so fast.

"My car. It was stolen. They're here to take a report," I barely whispered.

Mr. Black glared at me and asked, "In The Net's parking lot?"

I nodded.

He turned his head to my door and yelled, "Bethany!"

A small petite brunette ran into the room, faster than the speed of light.

"Yes, Mr. Black?" asked the newly hired personal assistant.

"Let the police in. Tell them to come to King's office."

"Is that all?"

"And get me a coffee."

"Yes, sir," Bethany left the room faster than she entered it.

"This," he made a circle movement with his finger, "better happen fast. Otherwise that nice big stack of papers, is multiplying."

His voice was deep a gravelly. Almost as if he was trying to impersonate Satan himself.

"Yes, Mr. Black," I nodded my head hastily.

The police officers stood by my door and greeted Mr. Black.

He nodded at them and left.

"Mrs. King," said the first officer. He was sporting a beard that fit well with his dark complexion.

"Miss," I corrected him.

"Miss King, can you please give us a detailed description of your car?" Asked the older one. He smiled widely at me, showing me a small mischevious smile.

I simply nodded, "It's a silver Honda. 2008 model. License plate is: T-I-T-T-L-E-R-8-8"

The older officer chuckled, "Tittler 88? Would be hard to miss that one"

"Is that all you have for us?" Asked the black officer.

"No, I have a video here, that I could send to guys via email?"

The black officer nodded and wrote down the email adress on a scrap of paper.

"Anything else?" asked his elder.

"Unfortunately, no. Other than the fact that I have a Garfield teddy on the back seat and a Slipknot CD in the player. Nothing else."

"Then we best be going. We'll let you know what we hear or see," said the older officer and handed me his card.

I took it thankfully and put it on my desk.

I waved at them as they left my office.

This day has been far too long, I thought.

I pulled my elastic out of my hair and decided I would braid it during my lunchbreak.

I set my eyes on the mountain of paperwork on the mahogany desk and thought, papercuts. that's going to be my death.

okay so this is not a Brendon Urie fanfic. i just literally couldnt find anyone hotter than him who would fit the image perfectly.

DEDICATION: Wikikipoww

word count: 482

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Tittler

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