Sometimes youth and treachery beats age and experience….
“So you see it’s really quite simple.” Lindsey’s lazy drawl combined with his smile would have melted the hardest heart if the woman he was talking with actually still had one, but she’d sold that along with her soul years ago for power and wealth.
“Mr. McDonald, I don’t have time for this right now. As I’m sure my attaché informed you, I have a very busy schedule.” The Senator looked across her desk at him, the neatly stacked file folders making it look like she actually did work for her constituents when one of them showed up to visit, or the interns brought a tour group by. She looked like she’d eaten someone she didn’t like with vinegar and wasabi. “If you’d have called, we could have set something up.”
“Senator,” he popped open his briefcase, and tossed a small manila envelope towards her. It was weighted on one end with something small and slender inside. Lindsey hated being an errand boy, but this time he was enjoying it. She’d reneged on a deal, and the Senior Partners weren’t happy. A section of the Alaska wilds was supposed to be turned over for mining, and she had voted against the measure. “Trust me. We did try to contact you, but for some reason our calls weren’t returned. My immediate supervisor gave me leeway to take care of this matter on my own. Now I could have come in here with a case full of money, or more promises of riches to come your way. Or I could have come in here with threats of hellfire and eternity of pain and agony for you.” Lindsey let out a slow deep breath as he watched her pale blue eyes flicker over the envelope. “But you’re too smart for idle threats senator. Why else would you think you could break your contract with us? Bet you want to know what’s in there don’t you.”
Her long French manicured nails were barely touching the corner of the envelope. Lindsey reached out, and tugged it away from her just a few inches. Picking up the photo on her desk of her two daughters, Lindsey smiled coldly at her. “I’m not here to play games Senator. You’re thinking. I’m got years of experience on this kid. The Senior Partners must have given up on winning because they sent the little league in.”
She leaned back in her chair, watching him holding the photo of her twins. In it they were sixteen years old, wearing matching gowns for their older brother’s wedding. “You don’t frighten me Mr. McDonald. You’re just a young punk who doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.”
“Why don’t you tell me about that after you open that package, Senator?”
“I have no interest in these games McDonald. Get out.”
“Not until you open your present ma’am,” he said it like he was saying bitch with the sweetest customer service voice he could muster. “Because I really don’t have all day, and neither does Emily. That is Emily, right? The one with the curlier hair, they look so much alike I don’t want to think I cut the finger off the wrong one?”
Senator Long snatched up the envelope then and tore it open. A small finger dropped onto the blotter of her desk, with a high school class ring tight on it, the bright imitation sapphire flashing under the green banker’s lamp. “Where is she?”
“Being taken care of Senator,” he said as he got up. “I trust you’ll keep this between us. I wouldn’t want to think what the Odanko demon I left her with would do to her if you betrayed us again. I think he’s taken a real shine to her. You vote the right way tomorrow, and Emily will be home safe and sound if typing impaired. Good evening Senator.”
Angel the Series
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