Page 76 of Mob Queen

Zac snickers. “I’ve already told her I’d reach out when you have an available spot.”

“Good.” I take my laptop out of my briefcase, set it up on my desk, and head out to make myself a coffee. “Anything else?”

“Nothing else for now, but the day has only started.”

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me,” I say to Zac. He returns to the phone constantly ringing at his desk, and I make my way to the kitchen to prepare a coffee.

“Mr. Miller, how are you?” one of the young interns says. She steps to the side and lowers her chin.

“Am I in your way?”

“No, sir. I’m in yours,” she replies nervously. “I should go.”

“Don’t be silly. Are you making a coffee?”

“Yes, sir. For Mrs. Fields.”

Angela Fields, my lieutenant governor. I’ve never liked that woman. If she could she’d destroy this state of ours with her limiting views about how things should be done. “I won’t get in the way of her coffee, that’s for sure.” I move to the side for the intern while I finish making my coffee.

“I could make that for you,” she offers as she glances at my cup.

“It’s okay, I’m sure you have other things to do.”

She looks at me from below her lashes and bites on the inside of her cheek. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Wait is this young girl hitting on me? I’m fairly certain my psychopath girl would kill her if I mention the intern. Possibly even me. “Have a good day,” I say as I take my beverage and high tail it out of here.

The moment I’m in my office, the usual chaos of the day starts.

* * *

“Alex, good to see you,” I say as I stand and offer him my hand.

He grunts as he takes it to shake. “I need your help.”

“What with?” I sit and close my laptop.

“There’s talk of an upcoming strike.”

“Why?”

“They’re pushing for a ten percent increase, and I’m not willing to give it to them.”

“Is there a reason?”

“Ten percent will cripple my budget. If I give them ten, then that eats away at hundreds of thousands that I could be putting toward other necessary things.”

“Why are you coming to me with this, Alex? You’re the head of department of transportation.”

“I want to get rid of the union. Tell them to go get screwed.”

“Good idea,” I say as I sit back in my seat. “Get rid of the union, and let’s see what the staff do.”

“They can’t keep demanding things from us; they’ll cripple us.”

“You keep saying that word. But you know what I see?”

“What?” Alex spits with disdain.

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