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| A day at the office...(rpstory) | Started by: Sienna on Dec 12, '07 12:10 |
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With a big sigh, Sienna throws her newspaper on her desk. She leans forward and places her elbows on top of the desk and rubs her face with her hands. She looks between her fingers at the gangster standing before her and utters one word... When? Last night Ma'am. He snatched the purse near the stock yards, the dame yelled and the reporter was no more then a few feet away. She sighs again and lays her head on her desk, face down. She gently hits her head on the desk a few times, trying to think of how best to correct the situation. No doubt the boss would not be happy about this unwanted publicity. She looks back up at the headline which read "Purse snatcher involved with organized crime?". She sits back up and leans back in her chair and lifting a hand to her mouth, gently bites on a fingernail. She stands and turns behind her, on a large filing cabinet and picks up a small beaded clutch. She opens it and takes out a cigarette, then a black cigarette holder. She fastens the cigarette to the holder and places it in her mouth. The gangster hurriedly walks over to her and produces a match and lights her cigarette. She takes a deep, long drag off the cigarette and blows out a steady stream of smoke. She looks down and smooths out her black, form fitting dress that reached just below the knee. She also donned a brown, fur wrap over her shoulders and her long, dark brown hair was pinned up in a bun with jeweled barrettes. She walks over to the window and looks outside, moving the curtain aside. As she walks, her black heels click softly on the floor. She narrows her eyes a bit at the three gentlemen who nosed about the front of the headquarters, obviously news reporters. Alright, I will go spring him myself and let the boss know later. He doesn't need to be bothered with this crap right now, as he has enough on his plate. The gangster nods and cracks his knuckles What about the bozos outside Ma'am. Want me to take care of 'em? taking another long drag off her cigarette, she shakes her head and walks back to her desk, sitting down and sets in a glass ash tray No, thank you Hank, I will handle them. Thank you, you may go now. He nods and quickly exits the office through the door to the common room in the headquarters. She sways back and forth in her chair, deep in thought. She takes another drag off her cigarette and stubs it out in the ash tray. She grabs her clutch and stands, walking to the door to the outside and opens it. She steps outside and closes the door behind her, as the three reporters hurry over to her, shouting questions. She smiles warmly to them and nods, listening to them. So what's up dame, what's going on with this guy behind bars? He's squakin' like a pigeon about his crime family livin' here. You gonna spill? Sienna laughs a bit and smiles nodding Of course I will talk with you fine gentlemen. Unfortunately, if you are looking for a hot story I hate to burst your bubble but there's nothing really to tell. This is nothing more than an office for business associates. We run various businesses around town and that's all there is to it. The reporters scribble down notes in their respective note pads and chuckle. Then why is this guy talking the way he is, huh? She sighs and shakes her head, frowning slightly That I do not know, Sirs. I fear he may have some mental problems and I think he needs some professional help. I am an honest, good, Catholic woman and would never participate in anything relating to criminal activity. And I assure you nothing sinister goes on behind these walls. She gestures to the building with a delicate hand and a sparkling smile. The gentlemen nod and write more in their notebooks. We also help with small business who have suffered in this horrible depression, financially speaking. I am sure a few small time newspapers might need a helping hand... The gentlemen all look up at her and the one speaking with her takes off his hat, rubs his forehead and smiles Well, sure Ma'am. We do struggle, bein' that people are too broke to even afford to buy the papers anymore. She smiles and places her hand on the back of the gentleman she is speaking with and chuckles a bit. Well then, we can't have that. The good people of this town need to be informed of what is going on around them. Step into my office and let us see what we can do... The men all look at each other and smile, following Sienna into her office. She opens the door for them and allows them in, closing the door behind them. |
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After setting up some business deals with the newspaper reporters, Sienna walks back out of the building and walks to a black car, who's back door is being held open by a large man in a pinstripe suit. She steps carefully into the car and sits, crossing her toned legs. The man closes the door and walks around to the front, driver side door and enters the car as well. They drive off in the direction of the jail. Sienna takes a small mirror out of her clutch and checks her face, pressing her lips together a bit. The car stops and the man exits and opens the back door for her again. She puts one foot out onto the curb and holds her hand out to him. He takes it and helps her out of the car, closing the door behind her. She walks up to the jail, and opens the door, walking through, as the man stands by the car leaning up against it. Sienna walks up to the front desk and grins at the officer nearest to it. She clears her throat and he looks up, then grins himself Well, well, look what the cat drug in? Hey there Sienna, how goes? She flashes her sparkling smile at the officer and the others who look up to see her I am doing well, trying to keep out of the cold. The officer stands and nods, walking to the desk. Ya' here to pick up your boy? She sighs and nods. Yes, unfortunately he's been a bad boy. Sorry if he was an inconvenience, Officers. They chuckle as one takes a ring of keys and walks back to the cells to retrieve the jail bird Naw, well not to us. But uh... He leans in closer and lowers his voice He was talking about your, uh, "family" to us, reporters, anyone who would listen. Now I know yous guys and us have an understanding, and we keep the ones who get caught just over night here, but if word gets out that we know about what you really do and all we do is slap you on the wrist if ya get caught, it would not look good for us... Sienna tilts her head to one side and smiles, leaning on the counter. I understand, and you know we would never let something like that happen. I have taken care of the papers, and I will take care of our boy. No worries, Officer. He sighs some and nods, giving her a warning look. Alright, well don't let this happen again, or else we won't be so hospitable next time. She gently squeezes his arm and smiles. The other officer enters the room again with the gangster. She frowns a bit at him and shakes her head Now I told you to behave, or else this would happen. I certainly hope you learned your lesson... The gangster nods quickly as the officer takes his cuffs off. He rubs his wrists and glares at the officer, then looks back to Sienna I am sorry Ma'am, it won't happen again, honest! She smirks some and takes him by the arm, leading him out of the police department. I know... She waves to the officers and walks out. Outside the man by the car, hurriedly opens the door for them, letting the gangster get in first and Sienna second. She crosses her legs, getting comfortable and sighs a bit, looking out the window as the car pulls away from the curb. The gangster fidgets with his fingers a bit nervously and looks at Sienna I...I'm real sorry Ma'am. But I can't be in jail! I can't be in inclosed places like that and Bubba scares the heck out of me! Sos I talked, thinking they would let me out... She sighs heavily and looks at him, scowling. She places her hand on her knee and taps her fingernails on it. Save your breath, it's out of my hands. It's up to the boss now... He scoots closer to her and pleads with her I know, I know. But can't ya talk to Moretay for me? Ya know, tell him how it is? She chuckles and shakes her head You broke omerta, what exactly would you have me say to him? Your actions show you care more for your own miserable life than that of your family. And as I've said, it's out of my hands. He nods slowly and shakes his head. He looks out the window and furrows his brows. Hey, this 'aint the way to the HQ, where we goin'? Sienna takes another cigarette out of her clutch and fastens it to the holder again. She lights it with her gold plated lighter and blows the smoke out. She looks back to him. The boss had some business down at the docks so we will just meet him there... He nods and swallows hard. They reach the docks where there are several men standing in black suits and fedoras. Sienna exits the car, followed by the gangster, who is met by two of the men who were rather large. They take the gangster by his arms and escort him over to where the other men are standing, and walks him up to a bucket. They pick him up and place his feet in the bucket, as he squirms to get out of their grasp to no avail. Sienna takes another drag off her cigarette and watches, as another man backs a cement truck up to where they are standing. The two men holding the now yelling and screaming gangster, tie a gag around his mouth and then tie his hands together. They back away a little as the cement truck backs up to the bucket and the driver gets out of the truck, walks up to the bucket, and aims the cement so it will fall in the bucket. Once he's satisfied there is plenty in there he runs back to the truck, turns off the cement turner and drives it away. Sienna nods to him as he drives away and walks up to the gangster and smirks. You said I could talk to Mr. Moretay! she laughs a bit and nods Well of course you can, he will be here by the time the cement dries... |
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