Days, weeks even, were spent hunched over, typing away on that dusty laggy laptop of yours, the links you clicked on probably added to that factor. After all, who would actually have blackmail on the president? Well now you did, maybe you weren't completely all there in the head but you felt happy and fulfilled. You proceeded to send it to his personal number (or what you had that was the closest thing to it) with a threat of leaking it, maybe. Just in a matter of an hour your phone rang with siri reading out the contact name,
You picked it up. On the other line you heard a male voice, he was pissed. “…what do you want?" Rufus spoke into the phone, his breathing slightly heavy as if he had just ran, judging by his voice echoing in the room; he was alone, maybe he rushed out of a meeting…just for that text.