The Laws of Water

3. Hilda's Poisoned Bourekas

"Rowan!"

Rowan held onto the pencil behind his ear and jogged down the hall to his boss' office.

"ROWAN!!"

Virginia L. Hemsfort. Twenty-nine, graduated from Yale with honours.
Youngest editor in chief of a national newspaper in the states which are united. Blue eyes, perfect ass, too smart for her own good and way too cocky.

"I need the files we have on the KAM. Find it ASAP. The meeting is tonight. And tell Noah to cancel my five-o'clock, I don't have time to hear Frida complaining about how tax money should go to building a synagogue next to the statue of liberty."

She talked fast and typed even faster.

"Oh and Rowan, baby, sweety..." sarcastic, of course, "take that beany off, you're a grown man, you're indoors and it is not 2004."

"K boss" Rowan acknowledged and walked out of the office, making his way back to his cubicle.

"ROWAAANN!!!!!"

Sigh. What does she want.

Virginia mainly shouted. Often sporadically but usually with reason. Her moods didn't swing, they zigzagged and did cartwheels and were just as predictable as a giant pimple on your forehead which decides to make a solid attempt to take over the world on the morning of your wedding day.

Once, someone hung up the phone on her while she was mid sentence. She screamed and slammed doors on her way to the lobby, then she took a cab to his office and screamed at him for a solid fifty-two seconds without coming up for air.

The president was next door in a meeting with a few ambassadors, but Virginia didn't care because: "No one hangs up the phone on me!! You got that you miserable excuse for a waste of space?!"

Poor guy answered. Such a mistake. You never answer.

Virginia yelled some more, then he got it. By "it" I mean that you don't answer, not whatever she was shouting about.

All in all, bitch was cray cray. But she was equally good at her job, which explains the early promotions.

"You really had to put a picture of Francis holding a slice of bacon in his hand? There is no way any of the senators are going to take that seriously."

"He insisted!" Rowan complained.

Virginia's sigh filled the room with an aroma of disappointment as she went back to reading her copy of the letter.

"It was either this or a photo with his mother, I literally had no idea what else to do."

Silence.

Oh, the sweet hollow sound of letting her down. She wants me to stand here and hear it. I just know it.

Rowan stood there feeling awkward and regretful of his very existance.

Should I ... leave or would that piss her off even more? You know what, I'm just gonna stand here.

He put his hands in his pockets.

But now I just look like a slacker. She's just going to scream at me to stop staring and find something to do. Maybe I should leave now.

He took him hands out of his pockets and got ready to leave, mentally, that is. She might yell at him for trying. You never know with this chick.

Virginia removed her glasses and rubbed her bloodshot eyes.

The world is literally drowning and this is what I have to deal with... bacon? she thought to herself.