Charles Garrett (beforewedie) wrote in ripic, @ 2018-09-13 11:14:00 |
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Fuming, Charles pushed himself up the steps to his first floor office. Too many damn stairs, he thought irritably. He didn't like to think of himself as old, but his bones ached with the effort by the time he reached the top. The district captain was waiting for him outside the office. Had they had an appointment? "Briscoe," he muttered as the man stood up at his approach. The office door was locked, since he kept certain things in there than he couldn't keep in the house, and he almost snapped the key off in the door in his frustration. "Paula!" he shouted over to his assistant at the desk nearby. "Get someone to fix the damn elevator. It's been weeks." "Sir, the mechanic was here and he said -" "I don't give a damn what he said," Charles snapped. He was just looking for an opportunity to fire the woman, who was plain as unbuttered bread, and hire someone younger and more attractive. "Just fix it." He jerked his hand at the captain, and slammed the door behind them once they were both inside. If they hadn't had an appointment the man had chosen a bad time to visit. Charles was about ready to set fire to the whole damn district, given half the chance. "What do you want, man?" he asked, falling into the chair behind his wide, leather-topped desk. |