**Warning: these entries may be graphic and, hopefully, frightening. Keep in mind this is merely fiction. No humans (or animals) have or will be harmed in the production of this blog. All names have been chosen at random and are not meant to represent anyone, living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidental**
10/29/13 8:45 PM
At Jack’s request, I met
with him today at the restaurant. He
said he would be happy to offer me the assistant manager position, assuming I
would sign a document releasing the restaurant (and its parent company) from
any kind of wrongful termination suits. Hmmm…I
guess legal is concerned about being held liable for Don’s actions. I don’t see any reason to hold Don’s behavior
against anyone else, especially Jack. I
signed the agreement and, good news; I’m going to get a pretty hefty raise too.
Jack and I were shooting the breeze when
a new waitress came knocking on the office door. She looked barely older than sixteen,
sporting a fresh crop of pimples across her nose and chin. She’s a pathetic replacement for Natalie but
beggars can’t be choosers. The
restaurant doesn’t exactly rate high in public opinion right now.
Anyway, the girl escorts a couple of men into the office. The men reached into their jackets and pull out their badges. Police detectives. I felt my heart jump into my throat like a rat trying to leap off of a sinking ship. That little voice inside my head wasn’t so little, it was shrieking like a crazed banshee. “They’re coming for you.” “You’re busted.” It was so loud I was afraid everyone in the room could hear it. As it turns out, the detectives had no real interest in me. They asked me the same stock questions they asked everyone else. I wasn’t special in their opinion. They took my statement and sent me on my way. It just goes to show how clueless they are. They’re no match for my superior mind. It would serve them right if I took them out too. I wonder- would it be possible? Could I really pull that off without getting caught? That would be the true test of my talents. Well, Detective Blake and Detective Richards prepare to be awed, or dead.
Anyway, the girl escorts a couple of men into the office. The men reached into their jackets and pull out their badges. Police detectives. I felt my heart jump into my throat like a rat trying to leap off of a sinking ship. That little voice inside my head wasn’t so little, it was shrieking like a crazed banshee. “They’re coming for you.” “You’re busted.” It was so loud I was afraid everyone in the room could hear it. As it turns out, the detectives had no real interest in me. They asked me the same stock questions they asked everyone else. I wasn’t special in their opinion. They took my statement and sent me on my way. It just goes to show how clueless they are. They’re no match for my superior mind. It would serve them right if I took them out too. I wonder- would it be possible? Could I really pull that off without getting caught? That would be the true test of my talents. Well, Detective Blake and Detective Richards prepare to be awed, or dead.
No comments:
Post a Comment