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Authors: S. Ann Cole
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a very confusing image of a cat driving the Batmobile that’s being chased by a dog in rollerblades, and that dog was being chased by a horse in high heels.
What the fuck?
Kevin glanced down at his shirt, frowned, then back at JK. “What’s wrong with my shirt?”
Deadpan, JK said, “Just know this, I haven’t heard a single word you’ve said since you came in here. My mind’s been busy tryna figure out the story behind the cat, the dog, the horse in heels and the Batmobile. And it’s fuckin’ pink .”
This time, Chad couldn’t hold his laugh in, and it seemed the wimpy kid couldn’t either, because they both burst out laughing, while Kevin scowled.
JK didn’t have even a hint of a smile. The guy’s tolerance level was only yay high. “Look, man, I got places to be. So just run downstairs to the gift shop and buy yourself a new shirt so we can get this meeting over with.”
Still scowling, Kevin slammed down the projector remote on the desk. “You’re a dick,” he shot at JK before storming out the room.
Unoffended, JK looked down the table to the wimpy assistant. “You, go with him and make sure he buys a plain shirt. ‘Cause if he comes back in that coconut and palm tree shit I saw in the display window, I’m done.”
The kid nodded and fled the room.
“You didn’t have to be such an ass,” Chad said, though grinning.
“C’mon, Chad. He’s unprofessional. The guy’s comin’ here to fuckin’ present to us, and that’s the shit he wears?”
“Because he knew I wouldn’t mind. I’ve known him a long time.”
Kevin was a gimmick. He was known for stuff like this. But therein lay the clash, because JK was a no-nonsense, class-A asshole. So Chad predicted there would be some serious bickering going down between these two during the constructing of Red Rhage. And he planned on keeping out of it at all costs.
“Well, I mind,” JK replied. “That shirt was just…wrong. On so many levels.”
Chad couldn’t help the light chuckle that came. “Lighten up, man.”
“You’re tellin’ me to lighten up? You’re the one who’s been staring at the ceiling like—”
JK’s words collapsed as his eyes widened in horror, like he was witnessing a horrific plane crash, live and on the scene.
Before Chad could ask his friend what the problem was, JK shot up, his chair knocking back in a noisy tumble as he leaped across the conference table and knocked Chad right off his chair. In that same second, he heard the shattering of glass, and then just above his head, the wall ruptured, tiny pieces of concrete exploding from where the bullet lodged.
Then silence, nothing but their heavy breathing.
“An infrared was on my forehead, wasn’t there?” he asked JK, but it was more of a statement than a question.
“Death, man!” JK shouted, still sprawled on top of him, shielding him. “Fuckin’ death was on your head!”
With a grunt, Chad shoved JK off him and jumped to his feet.
“The fuck are you doin’, you sick fuckin’ lunatic? Stay down!”
But Chad disregarded the threat of danger and bolted over to the shattered floor-to-ceiling window just in time to spot the shooter on a skyscraper directly across from the building he was in.
In all black, the shooter was hotfooting it across the roof with a sniper rifle Drag Bag in hand, hurrying away. But Chad didn’t miss the long, black ponytail swaying behind, the wind whipping it around.
It was her.
Jhay.
Guess the kiss in the parking lot had meant nothing, then. She still wanted him dead.
The door to the conference room flung open, followed by a deep booming of an expletive. Ronnie.
Chad turned.
JK warily got up to his feet. “You got a fuckin’ death wish or something, man? Why’d you go there?”
Ronnie burned sulfurous eyes into Chad. “You saw the shooter. It was her, wasn’t it?”
Chad didn’t respond. He didn’t have to answer to anyone but himself.
“Her?” JK asked. “Hold up, you know your assassin
What the fuck?
Kevin glanced down at his shirt, frowned, then back at JK. “What’s wrong with my shirt?”
Deadpan, JK said, “Just know this, I haven’t heard a single word you’ve said since you came in here. My mind’s been busy tryna figure out the story behind the cat, the dog, the horse in heels and the Batmobile. And it’s fuckin’ pink .”
This time, Chad couldn’t hold his laugh in, and it seemed the wimpy kid couldn’t either, because they both burst out laughing, while Kevin scowled.
JK didn’t have even a hint of a smile. The guy’s tolerance level was only yay high. “Look, man, I got places to be. So just run downstairs to the gift shop and buy yourself a new shirt so we can get this meeting over with.”
Still scowling, Kevin slammed down the projector remote on the desk. “You’re a dick,” he shot at JK before storming out the room.
Unoffended, JK looked down the table to the wimpy assistant. “You, go with him and make sure he buys a plain shirt. ‘Cause if he comes back in that coconut and palm tree shit I saw in the display window, I’m done.”
The kid nodded and fled the room.
“You didn’t have to be such an ass,” Chad said, though grinning.
“C’mon, Chad. He’s unprofessional. The guy’s comin’ here to fuckin’ present to us, and that’s the shit he wears?”
“Because he knew I wouldn’t mind. I’ve known him a long time.”
Kevin was a gimmick. He was known for stuff like this. But therein lay the clash, because JK was a no-nonsense, class-A asshole. So Chad predicted there would be some serious bickering going down between these two during the constructing of Red Rhage. And he planned on keeping out of it at all costs.
“Well, I mind,” JK replied. “That shirt was just…wrong. On so many levels.”
Chad couldn’t help the light chuckle that came. “Lighten up, man.”
“You’re tellin’ me to lighten up? You’re the one who’s been staring at the ceiling like—”
JK’s words collapsed as his eyes widened in horror, like he was witnessing a horrific plane crash, live and on the scene.
Before Chad could ask his friend what the problem was, JK shot up, his chair knocking back in a noisy tumble as he leaped across the conference table and knocked Chad right off his chair. In that same second, he heard the shattering of glass, and then just above his head, the wall ruptured, tiny pieces of concrete exploding from where the bullet lodged.
Then silence, nothing but their heavy breathing.
“An infrared was on my forehead, wasn’t there?” he asked JK, but it was more of a statement than a question.
“Death, man!” JK shouted, still sprawled on top of him, shielding him. “Fuckin’ death was on your head!”
With a grunt, Chad shoved JK off him and jumped to his feet.
“The fuck are you doin’, you sick fuckin’ lunatic? Stay down!”
But Chad disregarded the threat of danger and bolted over to the shattered floor-to-ceiling window just in time to spot the shooter on a skyscraper directly across from the building he was in.
In all black, the shooter was hotfooting it across the roof with a sniper rifle Drag Bag in hand, hurrying away. But Chad didn’t miss the long, black ponytail swaying behind, the wind whipping it around.
It was her.
Jhay.
Guess the kiss in the parking lot had meant nothing, then. She still wanted him dead.
The door to the conference room flung open, followed by a deep booming of an expletive. Ronnie.
Chad turned.
JK warily got up to his feet. “You got a fuckin’ death wish or something, man? Why’d you go there?”
Ronnie burned sulfurous eyes into Chad. “You saw the shooter. It was her, wasn’t it?”
Chad didn’t respond. He didn’t have to answer to anyone but himself.
“Her?” JK asked. “Hold up, you know your assassin
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