Two for Twenty
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you, I’m Cynthia Gates with the Cincinnati Times. My first question is ‘what.’”
“What?”
“Yes. Followed up by ‘the fuck?’”
“…” a confused look turned to recognition as the man backed away.
Angry scramble to the stage as the reporter loses her cool. A frenzy starts as she begins biting anyone in her way.
“I’ll have justice! Wayne Conners! I’ll have my motherfucking justice!”
A prim aide got between Wayne and Cynthia. “Wayne, tell me you did not fuck another reporter in an Applebee’s,” she hissed. Jennifer knew she didn’t get paid enough for this kind of shit.