GARTH HAD FINISHED BARKING his morning orders to the campaign team. The minions returned to their desks to start working on their new assignments. As he snapped shut his binder of notes, his secret cellphone buzzed with an incoming text message.
Check email.
He swiped a few screens and read the email waiting in the draft folder. The message had been updated only minutes earlier.
Confirming instructions. Will create headline event at No campaign demonstration, as ordered. Regular fee. Ash.
He erased the email and replaced it with Approved. Must be complete by dinnertime today.
Time to start disrupting the enemy’s campaign. Garth leaned on his desk. He hyperventilated thinking of the successful conclusion of his plan; his vision compressed until only a small, thin tunnel of light remained.