Twenty-Four

Athena

"Gonzalez!"

Here we go again. Another day. Another set of troubles set before me by the one and only Devil himself. The man of the hour who currently had thirteen murders to his name in the past two months.

Give it up everybody for Luciano Moretti!

I gripped the edge of the desk, staring at the computer screen. Oh, I was fucked. He'd asked me to type a damned report on some meeting we attended days ago. All I had was my scattered notes from that day. If he wanted minutes, he had a fucking secretary for that. But damn I could swear that ever since I came into his company, Miss Jane, his secretary, has been reigning like some washed-out queen.

I literally did all her job plus mine!

And now I had to submit some shitty report that I had been asked to type thirty minutes ago and all I had was a few lines and a doodle of a Luciano gasping for air as he sinks into oblivion. Pretty detailed if you asked me.

"Gonzalez!" Luciano's voice permeated through the room again and I sighed,