Never Trust Someone To Do a Job You Wouldn’t Do Yourself – SHORT STORY

trail of bodies

THERE WERE ONLY THREE OF US.

Our boss, CEO of Magnaforge, Al Denio, was sitting at the end of the table shaped like a giant surfboard, some thirty feet away from us, stroking his white beard.

I continued. “It’s only a matter of time before the trail leads back to you. Sir, you can’t keep killing off anyone who writes badly of you, who speaks ill of you, the bodies are piling up – well, metaphorically – obviously they aren’t all in the same place…”

He raised his hand, flat, as if pressed against invisible glass, the all too recognisable signal to shut the fuck up.

“If that’s the case…” He motioned to Gerard next to me. “Kill him!”

Without hesitation I stuffed a blade into Gerard’s neck, beating his hand-to-gun, surprised once more at how tough neck muscle is.

“Now you’ll have to kill me,” Al said calmly. “All my affairs are in order. By killing me, Magnaforge will escape the scandal, and the trail will stop. Cold. But then, you will have to kill yourself to put an ultimate end to it all. Only then will our misdeeds be untraceable. Can I trust you to kill yourself? If not I’ll need to recruit someone else to kill you who will kill themselves. I’d prefer not to, for obvious reasons.”

The thought of sticking it to the boss had occured to me before during heated arguments. In the reality of the dingy boardroom, haunted by expensive cigar smoke perhaps lit by $100 bills, it sent my mind dizzy, like it had just jumped off a skyscraper leaving the body behind to experience it. The simple complexity set in. If I didn’t kill Al, someone else would and I’d be killed. Or I could do it, him then me, like the boss said. The prospect of a delay in recruiting another contractor really was too much to take.

“Are you sure that is how you want to end it?” I said, surprising myself at how cool I was, the even tones.

“Remember, you swore an oath!” he said voice raised, finger pointing. “Me first, then you, and Magnaforge is saved. Not only that, our families are saved, and that’s…”

His head rocked back, then bounced forwards, blood dribbling like decanted wine between his eyes, creating a red beard within five seconds, and once the blood had absorbed into the hairs, it trickled straight down onto his gold tie and white shirt.

What was it he said? “Can I trust you to kill yourself?” – that was it. Now I thought about it, as my ears pinged from the shot, Gerard and Al really looked in terrible shape.

 

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30 thoughts on “Never Trust Someone To Do a Job You Wouldn’t Do Yourself – SHORT STORY

  1. Maybe yes and maybe no. Draw a card and see. I vote joker gets the save, Ace gets the gun.

    1. Lol I like your thinking πŸ™‚
      Thanks for the read. Did you fix your blog issue btw?

      1. I know the answer. I have to comment with a different email address, which takes one to the correct blog. I got so involved with commenting this last time I did the same thing again. Hello, can I please remember which email to use?

      2. Clicking on your blog link takes me to your old one.

  2. Perfect ending…let everyone stew on it. Will he, won’t he? I’ll just make up my own ending. πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you Mary, I think some people prefer a definitive conclusion, I like cliffhangers sometimes.
      Appreciate your input πŸ™‚

      1. It’s all good. πŸ™‚

  3. What a great place to stop. Skillful write which I enjoyed a lot.
    Have a beautiful week!
    Dajena πŸ™‚

    1. I’m glad, thanks for dropping by Dajena πŸ™‚

      1. πŸ™‚ It is a pleasure, and I am not ‘lion’ πŸ˜‰

      2. Yay! He got it πŸ˜€

      3. Hehehe, yes indeed, it must be the “raki” in me (although, I must confess, nothing as strong as the Scottish scotch )
        πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

      4. something like that, without the commitment hehehe

      5. πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

  4. Good one,. Leave this one write there. Perfect place to stop.

    1. Thanks man, I’m glad you think so. πŸ™‚

  5. Love the story. I got the feeling he’s going to do it or not. Or maybe its part of the story-tellers teasing of us putting our imagination into good use of whether he will do it or not.

    Man, you have a mind like no other. Love it and brilliant writing as always. πŸ™‚

    1. Thank you man, your comments are always great πŸ™‚ Time to visit your blog.

      1. πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ You welcome my friend. You are my favorite story-teller/Poet. And always will be. πŸ™‚

    1. A little πŸ™‚ Thanks for dropping by.

  6. I want to know how this ends as well. Are you gonna cliff it right there?

    1. I’m leaving it right there πŸ™‚

  7. He isn’t going to do it, is he? Ha! That’s kind of a bad deal, right there. Loved it!

    1. Maybe, maybe not πŸ™‚
      Glad you enjoyed it πŸ˜€

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