Spy
Sia called for an urgent meeting with Sergeant Dust, Daz, and the whole production team. Her fingers curled in her fists. Gold nails stabbed her palms. High heels over her knees. "We must ensure points are given fair and square. Ròs and Todd will not be given points for the robots taken down by the monkey." She expected them to nod, so when a dozen horse faces turn to Sergeant Dust, she was screaming inside. Biting her lip, she turned to him. "You have something to say?"
"I do!" Sergeant Dust stood up.
"Say it then," Sia hissed.
He spoke loud and clear. "We think Rós and Todd should be awarded the full points from the monkeys."
Sia raised her voice. Her head heated up. "Define we?"
"Me, my men, everyone on this table, and our followers on social media."
Sia jolted in her chair. "They won't notice. I say they shouldn't have the points, so that's what's gonna happen."