Ruthless Intentions
Uploaded by dpicp4 on Nov 14, 1999
David Pagel
C.W. 1st hour
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Fiction Story
Ruthless Intentions
Wall Street, June 18, 1999. A man in dark sunglasses and an expensive sleek Armani suit stands on a gloomy corner waiting. A golden Benz with black tinted windows stops at the curb. Another man dressed in similar attire calmly steps out of the back seat of the car and shots the man on the curb repeatedly. He than just as calmly steps back into the car and the golden Benz darts away in one swift motion.
Chicago, June 19, 1999. Mr. Green sits on top of a giant skyscraper in his beautiful executive office. He is smoking a Cuban cigar in his big leather chair with golden trim. The same man who shot the man on the street walks in and takes a seat.
"The job is done," said the man in a bold voice. Mr. Green does not react. He fills his mouth with smoke, leans forward, blows it into the man's face and than slowly leans back and says, "Then where is the briefcase?"
"He didn't have it with him," said the man in a shaky voice."
"You fool!" screamed Mr. Green.
"I couldn't help it, he didn't have the briefcase!" retorted the man.
Mr. Green replies, "Understand that if you don't have the briefcase in forty- eight hours you are not receiving fifteen percent of the money and I am taking 100 percent of your life."
Wall Street, June 17, 1999. A man in dark sunglasses and an expensive Armani suit walks down the street. In his right hand there is a briefcase. His fingers are clenched tightly around the handle.
In the shadows lies a poor beggar. The beggar asks the man with the briefcase for some spare change. The man with the briefcase, under his breath replies, "Get a job."
The beggar hears this and replies, "What did you say?"
"Nothing!" says the man with the briefcase. The beggar than takes out a knife and holds it to the man's throat. The beggar grabs the briefcase and takes off down the street. The man darts after him but trips on a dog that is being walked by his owner.
Chicago, June 21, 1999. Once again Mr. Green sits in his office smoking a cigar. He took a long look at his diamond laced Rolex watch. In walks the other man who shot he man on the street. He takes a seat with a dark look on his face.
"So, where...