1. The Promise- Part 2


    Date: 12/29/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: NaughtyWriter69, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    uncovering all of this, in hopes of admittance into the boy’s club. Frowning, her boss stated, “You spent an entire day on the taxpayer’s dime tracing back every employer, girlfriend, or landlord some bartender had in the last decade? Next time you want to get ahead, try not to do it at the expense of a very public win against a mob family. My constituents and I would appreciate it. Drug history or not, we’re getting this kid, and then we’re crawling up the vine until we can weed that whole family out of this city. I can win a jury over on some kid with a troubled past, and we’ve still got the girl, Creighton.” “Yes, sir.” Rebecca stood, listen to her balloon of pride get deflated. Damn, if only she had been born with a penis! She went for her remaining chance at a victory. At least Brody would go down. She winced at the pun, then steeled herself and spoke. “The other thing involves Mr. Anderson. I wanted to come to you directly.” She put the doctored file on his desk. “The inventory here lists some photos, but I don’t have them in the file. I asked Brody about them and he acted strangely, told me to get out of his office. I don’t mean to pull you into water-cooler drama. I just need to see those photos if they exist so we don’t get blindsided on this witness.” DA Spencer straightened his tie and gestured to his office door. “Yes. Better to find out everything here and not in front of the jury. Let’s get Anderson in on this and see what’s going on with those mystery ...
    photos. Then I’m going to ask that you focus your paid hours on something productive, and try to remember we’re called the prosecution, not the defense.” Gulping, Rebecca followed him as they crossed the open bullpen floor to Brody’s still-closed door. Without knocking, DA Spencer swung the door open, and Rebecca crossed her fingers, listening for that skin-slap noise she hoped would get her a bigger desk... ****** Rebecca fought the urge to leap into the room and yell “Gotcha”. Unfortunately, Brody sat at his desk sipping his coffee. If he’d done anything untoward after their encounter at the door, he’d finished already. DA Spencer followed her into the office. “Hey boss, Rebecca. What’s up?” “Rebecca here, was just telling me there’s something up with the bartender witness. She’s all excited about it, but it’s nothing. He lost a job a few years ago over drugs, and there’s some dealer who may or may not have dealt to him. Be ready for cross.” “Will do, boss” Brody replied. Rebecca was furious at being sold out so quickly by Spencer. I fucking voted for you! she screamed in her head while trying her best to maintain a composure that wouldn’t get her fired. “Anything else? We doing happy hour tonight?” “Yeah, I’ll be there a little late. Don’t let Thompson and Wright get too far ahead of me with the scotch.” He turned to Rebecca. “What was it you were missing from the file? Some photos?” Brody looked at her and smiled. “Oh, yeah, boss. I was about to come find you about those.” He ...
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