These are coming thick and fast! That's because I was blocked from submitting chapter seven earlier. And that's (presumably) because my shortest chapter two ever in All That Food was against regulations because it was only one line. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. When I find out who reported it......
I own nobody. Yet..............
When Roxie finally got into work, her manager was waiting for her. As she walked into her rehearsal room (two hours late), he rose from his chair and started shouting at her.
"Where the hell have you been?" he exclaimed, "This is the last straw, Roxie."
"For chrissakes, there was a body in my apartment block.What the hell was I supposed to do about it?" she replied angrily.
"Let me tell you something, Miss Roxanne Bell, if you'd got your lazy butt out of your bed earlier, you could have got here right on time." His voice was dangerously low.
"And...you're saying what exactly?"
"You're fired."
"I am what?"
"You heard. I warned you before, remember?"
Roxie turned away, stunned. Then, cool and calculatingly, she turned back.
"Just one last thing," she said.
"What?" her irate manager demanded.
"This," Roxie replied, and drew her gun out of her coat pocket. She had left it in there in case of an emergency...and she felt this was justified.