Bordex Gets His Own Rally

Upon seeing Cuckler’s lack of remorse, the little girl began to cry all the more hysterically. “Now see here Cuckler, you can’t just say that. For God’s sake, she’s a child!” Bordex said. Cuckler glared at him with that now familiar dominating look but Bordex only glared right back. Frieda took the girl over to her desk, still doing her best to comfort her. “Well, what do you want me to do about it?” Cuckler finally asked. “I believe her bike is fairly damaged at this point. You should at least give her some money to buy a new one,” Bordex responded. Cuckler stormed back into his office and quickly appeared with a check, handing it to Bordex who knelt and gave it to the girl. Cuckler almost seemed to have an aversion to her, as if he didn’t want to acknowledge or look at this person he had hurt. Finally, Frieda agreed to take her outside and call her Mom on the cell phone. Bordex remained, smiling now. “Well, well. Karl Cuckler hits little girl. I can almost see the headlines now. Your little operation, despite its success, might not be able to survive something like this. What a shame if it got leaked to the wrong people,” Bordex said lazily. “Last I checked, blackmailing and bribery wouldn’t look too good on your bill either,” Cuckler shot back. Bordex leaned against Frieda’s desk still holding that grin of his. Proctor went back to his own chair but could only pretend to work while the two men talked. “Fair enough, Cuckler. But there is something you can give me that doesn’t have to be so scandalous. Simply put, whatever voodoo you used to turn this two-bit environmentalist dump into a half million fund raising machine, I want it. Specifically, I want you to organize a rally for me, showing me each and every step of the process,” Bordex explained. Cuckler seemed about to laugh at this ridiculous proposal. Proctor hoped he would, he hoped that Cuckler would chew Bordex out for suggesting this ridiculous plan and just kick him out. What did it matter if Cuckler had a shitty reputation? This was about saving the planet, about stopping Global Warming, and the individual could never hinder the group when that was its goal. But Cuckler only chewed on his lip for a minute, pondering Bordex’s proposal. “Alright. I’ll have my interns work with your volunteers. But let’s work out the details first. Step into my office Bordex,” Cuckler said.