Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
And pause for air.
Charlie smiled and stepped closer to me. Once he reached the edge of my desk, he said, “You know what I like about you, Lex?” I shook my head, still in a panic. He went on, “You’ve got heart. And I knew you’d be like this. I’m surprised this didn’t come sooner. But that’s also why I knew you’d be perfect to take care of the budget.” I wasn’t following. And from Charlie’s chuckle, he knew it too. “I know that whoever ends up on your budget will deserve it. I know that every last cent of that money will be given to a range of organizations. The money will be distributed equally and without discrimination.” My heart warmed and he smiled. “That’s why I chose you.”
And with that, he left.
Sitting at my desk, while still stressing but feeling better about it, my phone chimes. Pulling it out of my bag, I see three messages.
Happy: The girl said yes.
Twitch: The kid got his girl.
Mickey: You were right. Tahlia said yes!
Smiling like a loon, I stare into the screen when another text comes through.
Mickey: I think I’m gonna be sick.
Laughing to myself, I suddenly realize I’m not so stressed anymore. There’s really no need to be.
Life is good.
The afternoon passes in a blur.
After double and triple checking my sums, I hand in the revised budget handouts to Charlie. Dawdling, I take my time walking back to my office. Halfway down the hall, I hear my cell ringing, and just as I approach my door, it stops.
Of course.
Walking into my office with a sigh, I check the display.
Ten missed calls from Twitch.
My brow furrows.
My cell lights up in my hand and chimes my ringtone. Twitch again.
I answer playfully with, “Hey you, are you stalking me?”
The response I get kills my good mood. “Baby, you need to come to the hospital. The one on Macquarie Street. You need to come now.”
My heart slowly begins to race.
My voice sounds weak even to me when I ask, “Are you okay?”
I hear him swallow hard. Then gently, “I’m fine. It’s not me, Lex. It’s the kid.”
He says three words that make the blood drain out of my body.
“Michael’s been shot.”
Heart racing out of my chest, I run through the crowded city street.
I run so fast that my legs go numb. I nudge and push my way through the ocean of people without apology. I shout at people to move out of the way.
I’m panicked.
I’m irritated.
Don’t these people understand I have an emergency? How dare they go about their lives when I feel like mine is crumbling?
I’m worried.
I’m frightened.
More so when I finally make it to the entrance of the hospital. Making a stop by the reception, I quickly ask where the emergency waiting room is. Once the answer is given, I’m off. Running down the halls of a sterile hospital, a million thoughts crash through my head.
What if Mickey’s really hurt? What if he needs special help after this? What if he…
Shaking the crazy thoughts out of my head, I decide to wait to get the details so I know what I’m working with here.
It could be nothing.
I run to the end of the hall and I see Twitch. Panting and sweating, I walk over to him. With his back to me, I ask quietly, “What happened?”
Twitch turns to me. His face blank.
Searching my face a moment, he explains, “The kid wanted to ask his girl out. He told me he would’ve done it if he didn’t have to be at work on time so I made Happy take him, then trail the rest of the day.” Lowering his eyes, he shifts around, leans closer, and whispers, “Happy had to make a few stops. Make a few drops. Secure a few shipments.”
The blood drains out of my face.
“Happy took the kid to ask the girl out, then they went to work. They’d been to three other places with no issues.” Taking a step closer to me, he grips my forearms gently. “Happy knew something was wrong as soon as they got in. Too many men. Too many armed men. They tried to snatch the shipment without payment. Happy played it cool, placing the kid behind him before he drew his weapon.”
He reaches up, taking my chin between his fingers and lifting so we meet eye-to-eye. “My runner got shot up. He died at the scene. Happy took one to the shoulder.” He holds my stare for a few seconds. “Michael took one to the back.”
A sudden intake of breath makes me shudder. I step out of his reach and ask shakily, “Where is he?”
Swallowing hard, he takes a step towards me, “Happy got ‘em out through a storm of bullets. He got him here quickly. He was losing blood…”
Another step back. Shakier, “Where is he?”