Stephen was nothing if not manipulative. Crocodile tears were his main weapon, tears that could flow at just the snap of his fingers. The tears would run like workers against the ticking clock, pooling in his green eyes, threatening to spill whenever worked best for him.

Stephen eyes filled with tears, nothing but want to have his way fueling them as they rolled hot like fire down his blushing face.

“Please youv’e gotta believe me baby. I woulda never faked an article, my editor fabricated my story to make me look bad.”

His words came out in trembling jumbles of nonsense as he pleaded with his girlfriend who had been holding his papers of termination.