<strong>Emily</strong><br/><strong>At home</strong><br/><strong>On the phone</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh the assault." Was that all he wanted? "Well, it was this young guy in the office, Jimmy, I don’t know…he asked me out and of course I said no, then he suddenly came in with a machine pistol, all crazy, shot Ricky on the door and was firing all over the office, so I guessed it was about me - I mean, that was all I could think of - and so I told him I loved him, to get him to stop, and he almost did but he shot someone else, so then I managed to get close enough to poke him in the eyes.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“So then he emptied his magazine into the ceiling or somewhere and that was it, really.  The guys grabbed him and I got out before the cops arrived.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">So I’m fine.  Thank you.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">It hadn’t been such a big deal, had it?  Though she was a tiny bit shaky now, come to think of it.  It'd been scary thinking she might be killed, at the time, but she’d had to do something about it and she had.  Her phone had been shot, but she hadn’t.  If Jimmy had really been shooting AT her, it would’ve been different, perhaps.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Actually... talking about it did make it more scary, now.  A shiver ran through her. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Though it was hard to say how much of her anxiety now was the shooting and how much was being called by Don Michele, who was the strongest most ruthless guy she had ever known; though he’d always been nice to her, as long as she did what he said.  Which she always did!  It was natural.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">So, was that it?  What did he want her to do now?</span><br/><br/>