Consider it Destroyed

Andy pressed ‘send’ and rubbed his hands together.  Best work he had done all week.  It wouldn’t take long for them to reply; the pictures spoke for themselves.  The whore had two options, pay up or fess up.  He didn’t think the snooty, little Oscar winner was willing to lose her reputation over a little bondage romp.

He turned on the TV and stared at TMZ.   “You’re just giving it away,” he yelled. 

The computer dinged to announce a new e-mail.  He laughed and opened a beer.  The note was short, they usually were:  “The money has been transferred as requested.  We trust that the material has been destroyed per our agreement.”

He checked his off-shore account and pulled the thumb drive out of his pocket.  He walked to the safe in the closet and plopped it in with the rest.

“Consider it destroyed,” he said and laughed again.