The small, well-dressed man sat at his desk talking on the phone. He
listened patiently for quite a few minutes and then hung up the phone
rather harshly. The man got up and looked out the window. For a couple
minutes he spaced out into the distance and then swore passionately. Still
standing, he picked up his phone and gave a few brief instructions to his
secrectary.
His name was Roberto Cortez. He was leader of the Cartel in this city and he was very stressed out at the time. Cortez was a short and chubby hispanic man, but his well-kept goatee and the merciless expression on his face made everyone he met know that he was one tough customer. For being one tough customer, he was sure having a lot of trouble. Deciding that the local punks had to much freedom in HIS town, Cortez allowed his men to pick on the punks whenever it was convienent. But now the punks were throwing crap right back in his face.
Another man hesitantly walked into the room.
"Good evening, Rodrigo," Cortez said, trying to seem in a good mood.
"Good evening, senor," Rodrigo replied, surprised to see that his boss was not in a rage.
Cortez knew he had fooled his naive employee.
"What the hell is going on with this stupid new gang of punk-rocking morons?" Cortez said, raising his voice tremendously.
Rodrigo jumped almost two feet into the air. After a moment he replied, "I don't know, senor. We've been losing a lot of men and...," he was suddenly interupted by Cortez.
"I've already heard all of that crap," the iritated Cortez said, "I'm making it your job to make sure our people are aware of their surroundings at all times and that all of our property is safe. If you don't think you can handle that, I'll find somebody that can. Understood?"
"Si, senor. I am the best man for this job. You are making the...," again Rodrigo was interupted.
"Fine. Just get out of here before I fire you!" Cortez said with aggression.
He was pleased to watch Rodrigo leave hastily. Cortez was not impressed with the man, but he thought he had gotten through to Rodrigo this time.
His name was Roberto Cortez. He was leader of the Cartel in this city and he was very stressed out at the time. Cortez was a short and chubby hispanic man, but his well-kept goatee and the merciless expression on his face made everyone he met know that he was one tough customer. For being one tough customer, he was sure having a lot of trouble. Deciding that the local punks had to much freedom in HIS town, Cortez allowed his men to pick on the punks whenever it was convienent. But now the punks were throwing crap right back in his face.
Another man hesitantly walked into the room.
"Good evening, Rodrigo," Cortez said, trying to seem in a good mood.
"Good evening, senor," Rodrigo replied, surprised to see that his boss was not in a rage.
Cortez knew he had fooled his naive employee.
"What the hell is going on with this stupid new gang of punk-rocking morons?" Cortez said, raising his voice tremendously.
Rodrigo jumped almost two feet into the air. After a moment he replied, "I don't know, senor. We've been losing a lot of men and...," he was suddenly interupted by Cortez.
"I've already heard all of that crap," the iritated Cortez said, "I'm making it your job to make sure our people are aware of their surroundings at all times and that all of our property is safe. If you don't think you can handle that, I'll find somebody that can. Understood?"
"Si, senor. I am the best man for this job. You are making the...," again Rodrigo was interupted.
"Fine. Just get out of here before I fire you!" Cortez said with aggression.
He was pleased to watch Rodrigo leave hastily. Cortez was not impressed with the man, but he thought he had gotten through to Rodrigo this time.