CHAD
May 12th 2018
I lean back in my office chair with my phone pressed to my ear. An evil grin graces my face as I chat away with my new ally.
“Did you find him?” I ask her eagerly.
“I did.” She sighed over the phone sounding exhausted.
“And the absolute state of it Chad.” She sneers.
“Don’t worry about what he looks like, Maddie Baby. Worry about what he can do for us.” I encourage her not to give up.
“You mean what he can do for you? I only get to come back to the same job, with the same lousy pay.”
“It is what it is,” I tell her smiling, knowing it’s a fact.
“If I do this and it works…” She starts.
“I want a ten per cent pay rise and I get to keep all my tips. A hundred per cent of it Chad.”
I lean forward, pick up a cigar and spark it up; taking a long drag of the raw, earthy, spiced tobacco.
“You have to get the job done first Maddie. Then we will talk.” I watch the little clouds of smoke leave my mouth.
“Oh, I'll get the job done Chad. I don’t know how people still have the nerve to underestimate me.” She chuckles darkly.
"Alright, A deals a deal."
I can afford to let her keep her tips and give her a ten per cent pay rise. It won't cripple me financially.
"When are you going to approach him?" I ask her needing to know so I can get things rolling on my end.
"We'll see you Monday morning." Her words are laced with excitement.
Evil little bunny.....
"I look forward to it. Oh, hey Maddie..."
"What Chad?" She sounds annoyed.
"Do you miss me?" A large grin covers my face ear to ear knowing the little she-devil doesn't.
"Do you miss my fists?" She purrs.
"My nose still hurts and I can't get into the strip club till my face heals."
I pout with the thought of not being allowed back into the big-tittied, sweet pussy haven.
"You've always been ugly Chad. You can't blame me for that." She laughs ending the call.
I place my phone down on my desk, stub out my cigar and lightly touch my swollen nose. I think back to earlier in the week when she punched me and I laugh. Then I hiss with pain and slam my hand against the desk.
"I'm only ugly cause you busted my nose," I murmur to myself childishly.
She better get the job done, I want that bastard Amar, gone.
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