she stood impatiently at the entrance when the limousine arrived ten minutes late. she excoriated the drivers tardiness, saying she could get him fired by merely snapping her fingers or making a single phone call. she accused him of malingering as he placed her luggage, a single overnight bag, in the rear and insisted he hasten the journey because she had to shower before a dinner engagement once inside the vehicle, he raised the glass partition and gestured for her to lift a handset affixed to the seat. it allowed communication between passengers and driver. i have bad news,well be a bit late getting to the hotel. why are you so slow she moaned. ill be talking to your boss soon enough. no time like the present, youll never work anywhere again,on a phone in her handbag. she discovered her cell was inoperative. were scrambling the signal,you do have an appointment tonight, but its not for dinner. she demanded an explanation. the explanation is simple: youre under arrest wojcicki palmed a small caliber pistol she had drawn from her handbag and aimed the muzzle at the back of the drivers head. clever. but inadvisable. the glass is shatterproof, and if you peek out the rear window, see that van tailing us, well there are five more of us in there wojcicki took her chances. the glass stopped the first bullet, but the second one splintered it. the driver jammed the brakes and jerked the wheel, the sudden jolt tossing wojcicki about like a rag doll and causing her to accidentally discharge her weapon. unfortunately for her, the barrel was pointing at her head when the gun went off. she didnt survive,sure had a lot of energy for someone supposedly terminally ill with cancer. we didnt expect shed be armed; intelligence said she didnt carry. and it was a chartered flight, so she couldve somehow had an unchecked firearm. she wouldve received a fair tribunal, but she picked her path. in closing,white hats have her corpse on ice.
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