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the gift from the Chief of Police to Mr. Rex.
“Sir,” I say to my boss as I reach into my purse and pull out the box. “The Chief of Police had this gift he wanted to give you as a show of appreciation.”
Mr. Rex looks at the box. I hand it to him. He unhooks the latch and opens the box. I can’t see what is inside. For a moment, my boss doesn’t seem to know what he is looking at. My boss pulls this round shiny object from the box.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s a glass eye,” Mr. Rex responds. Now, I am officially creeped out. My boss pulls a note out from the box. He opens the note and begins to read it out loud. “On behalf of every officer in the State of Veracruz, we are forever grateful for the support. Inside this box is the glass eye of Ramon ‘Paco’ Rojas, second in command of Los Zetas inside Veracruz. His death has helped turn the tide against our mutual enemies. Peace be with you,” Mr. Rex narrates. He puts down the note and picks up the eye. Holding that glass eye, I can see Mr. Rex imagining the worst for his head of security. The security men, inside the room, work their phones. After a few minutes, one of the security staffers runs out of the room. Mr. Rex puts the glass eye back into the box and stows it in his drawer. Silence fills the spacious office of the T. Rex while tension permeates the room.
Minutes go by. Then a full hour passes as Mr. Rex talks to the security team down in Mexico. Apparently, they have no idea what happened to Skoca. They had assumed that he had left for Dallas. Every ten minutes, my boss tries to call Mr. Skoca’s phone. Each time, there is no response.
“Sir, do you need a drink?” I ask my boss.
“No,” he responds flatly.
I exit the office and catch my breath. Mr. Rex looks completely disturbed and I don’t know how to console him. Outside, the assistants are feverishly working the phones. I realize that I need to stop acting like a scared little girl and put on a brave face for my boss. No matter what happened to the head of security, business must go on.
“General Morales is on the line, Mr. Rex,” a security staffer announces as he runs into the office. The CEO grabs the phone and begins to talk to the Chief of Veracruz in his native Spanish. That catches me completely off guard. Mr. Rex’s Spanish sounds as good as a native Mexican. While I try to figure out what my boss is saying, Harold is jotting down notes on his pad.
“Can you understand what Mr. Rex is saying?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“What’s going on?”
“They found him.”
“Really?!” I blurt out with an excited exclamation. Then I add nervously, “Is he alive?”
“Yeah,” Harold responds as he furiously writes up his notes.
“What happened to him?”
“He was found disheveled but uninjured.”
A wave of relief rushes through my body. I look up at Mr. Rex who appears to be back to his calm and confident self. Mr. Rex hangs up the phone.
“He’s okay,” Mr. Rex announces simply to the delight of the room.
“Was his kidnapped, Mr. Rex?” one of the security men asks.
“It looks like it. I’m hoping to get Mr. Skoca on the line soon,” my boss replies. “Go update the rest of the security staff on the situation.”
The security men leave the office in high spirits. Around thirty seconds later, Mr. Rex’s phone rings. He picks it up.
“Mr. Skoca. Are you okay?” Mr. Rex asks. I couldn’t be happier to hear those words coming out of my boss’s mouth. Harold continues to take notes. Then I realize that I should be doing the same. After all, I’m the reporter here and my editor is doing my job for me. Mr. Rex continues to listen to his head of security.
“I’m glad to hear that you are safe. Get back to Dallas as soon as possible,” Mr. Rex tells his security chief before he hangs up the phone. As soon as my boss puts down the phone, I ask him what
“Sir,” I say to my boss as I reach into my purse and pull out the box. “The Chief of Police had this gift he wanted to give you as a show of appreciation.”
Mr. Rex looks at the box. I hand it to him. He unhooks the latch and opens the box. I can’t see what is inside. For a moment, my boss doesn’t seem to know what he is looking at. My boss pulls this round shiny object from the box.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s a glass eye,” Mr. Rex responds. Now, I am officially creeped out. My boss pulls a note out from the box. He opens the note and begins to read it out loud. “On behalf of every officer in the State of Veracruz, we are forever grateful for the support. Inside this box is the glass eye of Ramon ‘Paco’ Rojas, second in command of Los Zetas inside Veracruz. His death has helped turn the tide against our mutual enemies. Peace be with you,” Mr. Rex narrates. He puts down the note and picks up the eye. Holding that glass eye, I can see Mr. Rex imagining the worst for his head of security. The security men, inside the room, work their phones. After a few minutes, one of the security staffers runs out of the room. Mr. Rex puts the glass eye back into the box and stows it in his drawer. Silence fills the spacious office of the T. Rex while tension permeates the room.
Minutes go by. Then a full hour passes as Mr. Rex talks to the security team down in Mexico. Apparently, they have no idea what happened to Skoca. They had assumed that he had left for Dallas. Every ten minutes, my boss tries to call Mr. Skoca’s phone. Each time, there is no response.
“Sir, do you need a drink?” I ask my boss.
“No,” he responds flatly.
I exit the office and catch my breath. Mr. Rex looks completely disturbed and I don’t know how to console him. Outside, the assistants are feverishly working the phones. I realize that I need to stop acting like a scared little girl and put on a brave face for my boss. No matter what happened to the head of security, business must go on.
“General Morales is on the line, Mr. Rex,” a security staffer announces as he runs into the office. The CEO grabs the phone and begins to talk to the Chief of Veracruz in his native Spanish. That catches me completely off guard. Mr. Rex’s Spanish sounds as good as a native Mexican. While I try to figure out what my boss is saying, Harold is jotting down notes on his pad.
“Can you understand what Mr. Rex is saying?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“What’s going on?”
“They found him.”
“Really?!” I blurt out with an excited exclamation. Then I add nervously, “Is he alive?”
“Yeah,” Harold responds as he furiously writes up his notes.
“What happened to him?”
“He was found disheveled but uninjured.”
A wave of relief rushes through my body. I look up at Mr. Rex who appears to be back to his calm and confident self. Mr. Rex hangs up the phone.
“He’s okay,” Mr. Rex announces simply to the delight of the room.
“Was his kidnapped, Mr. Rex?” one of the security men asks.
“It looks like it. I’m hoping to get Mr. Skoca on the line soon,” my boss replies. “Go update the rest of the security staff on the situation.”
The security men leave the office in high spirits. Around thirty seconds later, Mr. Rex’s phone rings. He picks it up.
“Mr. Skoca. Are you okay?” Mr. Rex asks. I couldn’t be happier to hear those words coming out of my boss’s mouth. Harold continues to take notes. Then I realize that I should be doing the same. After all, I’m the reporter here and my editor is doing my job for me. Mr. Rex continues to listen to his head of security.
“I’m glad to hear that you are safe. Get back to Dallas as soon as possible,” Mr. Rex tells his security chief before he hangs up the phone. As soon as my boss puts down the phone, I ask him what
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