A Fiction Story By Dennis Lowery (see reader comments)
[An excerpt from the draft of The Shade | Episode Two - Shadowtrapped]
"I'm prone to be profane... I have a foul-mouth at times. Especially when I'm mad. Now, you say you don't like that. It offends you."
Rick turned from them and walked over to the window to look out on a wet city. Rain was still pouring down. Overflowing the spouts and gutters.
"I can't help you with that. If you want someone who'll respect your right to your opinion. If you want someone who's loyal and will stand by your side and fight your fight. Not my fight. Yours. Because I believe in you. If you want someone who won't cut and run when the shit hits the fan. I'm your man."
He turned and saw the lady sitting at the head of the conference table fan herself with the dossier, on him, she had in her hand. He knew she would be the tight-ass of the bunch. And more importantly she was the reason they were in the mess they were in. Pride and arrogance will do that.
He locked eyes with her, "Just don't expect me to be a clean-mouthed, lily-white, filtered and abridged version of myself." He shifted his eyes and panned to the face of each person at the table, "Someone who pretends to be a man. I'm not that guy."
She put the papers down and fixed him with the type of look you give a dog you don't care for that just crapped on your best rug.
"I don't think you're the right..."
"Man for the job?" He interrupted. Something she clearly was not used to. He saw her nostrils pinch in and eyes narrow as that 'I'm a cat-person' disdain for man's best friend look grew stronger.
He walked around the table and stood behind her. Close and up against her chair so she couldn't slide out or push away from the table. She'd need to twist and look up at him if she wanted to have a staring contest. At first she didn't. Ignoring him. Resolute and still, he stood there, arms crossed, as the silence grew heavier. Soon the others around the table squirmed and their chairs squeaked. Finally, she turned to look over her shoulder at him.
When she did he leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I'm just the man you need."
Leaving his card on the table in front of her he turned and left the room.