“It’s crawling with press tonight. Something in the Damascus air brought out the flies?” Kate shrugged.
“When you see these guys, fully bankrolled – second thoughts?”
“None.” Kate sipped her cocktail. “I know why I’m here. No loyalties, beyond to the truth.” She gestured dismissively towards the others, “I’m not beholden to someone else’s agenda.”
Kate’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I expect you know why you’re here… who do you serve, Scottie Kerr?”
“Ouch. Not pulling any punches?”
“After the day I’ve had – why? The lies get very, very old…”
“For you, maybe. For some of us, they keep us alive.”
About the Creator
Me, Myself, and I
“Alright. Get in, get out.” “What do you mean, get in, get out? You have to buy stuff for a party!” “Yeah, but I know exactly what I need to get. None of that anxious debating between two items for who knows how long. And it’s just stuff for French bread pizza. The others are bringing the rest of the stuff. And I already got the cheese at the other store. Man, I was lucky there was a sale!”
By Rebecca Patton6 days ago in Fiction
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