"All smiles Darion, voice deep and loud. We've gotta impress the world" Morgan said as the door opened.
"Alright mother." I replied with a smile.
She smiled back as she got out of the limo first. I followed very close behind her as, we prepared ourselves to walk back into the loud crowds of the media. I failed to tune of the questions asked to me this time. I heard Rose's name once, then continued listening to hear it again.
These people think I have something to do with the Presidents death. It's not difficult to understand, of course people would think I killed him to get him off my ass. Especially since everyone knows I've been speaking with the President of Italy.
I can see people making assumptions of me killing the President. Simply blowing up his office and running away to a different continent would be the smart, savage, and ruthless way of doing things. Probably the Darion Waters way of doing things, but only not this time.
We walked to the camera site. People were getting the lights ready as Simon, the interviewer, sat reading through his papers. He was studying for this interview because it was big for him. I doubt he's interviewed many billionaires in his life, I'm most likely the first.
When he saw me he stood from his seat and sat his papers down behind him. He walked to me with a smile. His pale skin was freshly shaved, his hair was greasy as fuck, his eye glasses were expensive, his grey suit was impressive. All around, he was camera ready just as Morgan said I was as well. He offered me his hand, I shook it firmly.
"Nice to see you, how are you?" I was the first to speak.
"I'm great," he answered. "What about yourself?"
"I'm fine." I noticed he peeked to my side at Morgan as I spoke.
"Hey sweetheart, how ya doing?" He attempted to sound differently, maybe he tried to sound sexy. I guess he thought he could impress her.
"I'm ok, I would ask how are you but you seem happier than ever." She replied.
He laughed. "Yes, I'm doing my best to be all smiles today."
"Your working it so well." She said softly.
"Thank you very much, I appreciate it."
"Are we early?" I asked softly.
Simon checked his watch. "We're on in five minutes."
"Great." I said as I took a seat in the next to where Simon left his papers.
Perhaps he won't ask the question, about me killing the President. I didn't commit the crime, so it should be easy to prove I'm innocent. That's at least what I hope, but anything can go right or wrong.
"Well I'll talk to you after the interview." He said to Morgan. "How long will we be having again?"
"Ten minutes, maximum." Morgan replied.
Damn, ten minutes ain't shit. I didn't think they could just ask how long is the interview going to be like that, just right before it began. Apparently, they could and she made it short as he would take. Smart, because it put pressure on him. He may not ask me every question he's got planned on those papers.
"We're rolling in ten." The man in charge of the camera crew spoke. He began counting down afterwards.
"Hello, this is Simon Dyson seated with America's man of the year, the one and only Darion Waters." Simon began when the countdown finished and cameras began rolling.
"What's up Simon, how are things for ya?" I said with a smile.
Obviously Morgan's plan was to dodge as many questions as possibly, but not by literally skipping his questions. We could dodge questions by finishing the interview before he had the chance to ask them. She did her job by making this short, now my job is to stall off the short time. Asking him how was he was a starter, afterwards I plan on answering his questions with the longest mental essays I could think of.
"I'm doing great Darion." He answered. "We only have a brief time in this interview so let's jump straight to business, shall we?" Smart of him to go straight to doing his job, which is getting me to answer his questions.
I nodded. "Sounds smart."
"So, we all know a lot has been going on in America. Our President was blown into pieces, a civilian was beheaded by terrorist and its to our knowledge that you've been speaking with the President of Italy as well. We actually have very sincere questions of all three situations for you, we'll jump to the Italian President for starters. Exactly what has been bringing up those friendly conversations with the President of Italy?"
I nodded through all of his sentences. I listened and comprehended each of his words clearly, he was going to ask me questions about all of the three things he mentioned. Which meant those were the things he was focused on most, he knew nothing about Rose being gone. That was just a bit relieving, but still I was sure to have pressure with the upcoming questions. After a moment of fake thinking, I answered the first question.
"I've been speaking with the President to request a warm welcome to bring GTAU into Rome." I finally answered.
His eyes grew larger. "How did that request go?"
"It went brilliant, we're shipping over into Rome really soon."
"What made you want to move to Rome? What made you want to go in the first place?"
"We've-"
"Was it because the President's death?" He interrupted my sentence. "Was your plan to kill him and leave, because he wanted to shut down your company?"
This was his way of pissing me off and throwing the biggest question of the entire interview at me. It was smart, considering that I'm crazy and my temper isn't exactly very friendly. But little did he know Morgan prepared me for this. I ran through every single sentence I said to Morgan in the limo when she asked me did I kill the President. I kept my eyes on Simon the whole time through my thinking process, if I turned my head or gave any nervous impression I may be suspected of lying.
"I would never take the life of the President of my own home country. No matter the relationship we had, nobody's life deserves to be taken that way. The very fact that you threw that on me is insulting to the point of that we should end this interview now. But unlike you Simon, I'm going to keep this professional as possible." I answered.
"Are you calling me unprofessional Mr. Wasters?"
"It's blunt that your clearly inexperienced with your job. I'm calling you immature, you used your time idiotically. A true professional would've known better, they would've known that they were speaking with Darion Waters. Darion Waters will make you look stupid in front of the entire world if you ever cross him the wrong way."
"Mr. Waters I strongly-"
"I wasn't finish." I tried my best to hold from spreading a smile across my face and continued speaking. "There's an explanation that I found very logical to the President's death. Our country lost a civilian, Jordan Smith, just hours before his death. To my knowledge, it would only be smart for them to make another attack on the heart of our country and use GTAU as leverage for escape to get away with killing the President of the most powerful country in the world. These terrorist are getting exactly what they want, it's for us to stop thinking about them and focus on something else instead so they could master their next plan against us successfully."
Simon was obviously distraught. "Speaking of that civilian who was killed, Jordan Smith. He was born in raised in St. Louis, Missouri. Just like your fiancé Rose Castro, where exactly is Rose at this moment?"
He got me, bringing up Rose silenced my arrogance. He was smarter than I thought he was, he definitely got revenge for me calling him unprofessional and immature. This time, I looked away from Simon. A huge mistake, the nervousness that filled me was showing. I didn't know rather to tell the truth or lie.
"She's with her family in Florida, she couldn't join us today." I decided to do both.
"Oh, well isn't that a shame." He said shaking his head, it's like he wanted to piss me off.
"Yes, she would've loved to meet you." I hope I didn't sound as sarcastic as I thought.
"Unfortunately that's all the time we have for now folks." Simon said to the camera. "This was Simon Dyson with the one and only Darion Waters."
"We're off!" The cameraman called out.
I stood up from my seat with no hesitation or looking back. I walked to Morgan who held a smile, she seemed very satisfied by my performance. She nodded back to Simon.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye." Morgan said.
"Fuck him." I replied.
"I bet you won't say that to his face."
"Don't test me."
"Alright." She laughed softly. "Sorry Darion."
"Whatever."
"It was a pleasure to meet you." Simon said as he took Morgan's hand and shook it. "Hopefully we can meet again."
"Hopefully not." I spoke before Morgan replied. "You did nothing but attempt to fuck me over, that's the most bitch move ever!"
"I was doing what I was simply being paid to do." He said letting go of Morgan's hand. I didn't like the way he stepped to me, not one bit.
I stepped closer to him as well, I was much taller. At least five inches taller than him for sure, I'm much bigger as well. He's a little journalist, he's bold for stepping to me like he's Ali.
"My fiancé is none of your business." I said softly, just for him to hear. "So don't fucking ask about her."
"You and your fiancé aren't together, you fucking liar!" He said it loudly, like a child trying to attract his mothers attention.
My first reaction was to punch him with all the might I had. My fist clenched against his jaw for a split second, but the impact was hard enough to toss Simon to the ground. He was out cold, I shook my fist off as I walked back to the limo.
"Oh shit." Morgan said softly.
"Let's go." I commanded, she immediately continued walking behind me.
"That shit is going to be all over the news!" She said as I opened the limo door.
"I couldn't possibly care less."
"Why don't you care?" She said as she got in.
"Because I truly don't."
"I know you care Darion, you need to."
"I don't give a fuck about shit." I closed the door behind me as I sat.
"Are you sure?"
"Really, yes I'm fucking sure."
"Would you care if I said I killed the President?"