My name is Michael Jesus Clifford Kuczi Gomez, and I'm the comptroller component of the security system Bell "acquired" to protect their families' interests.
I'm pretty sure I am so fucking fired, at this point. Yeah, good. Or, maybe not? Look, it's not “classified,” it's just...
secret.
Even from Me. Look at me, just one look—obviously I can't be trusted to keep myself silent & out of the limelight, right?
(There's another reason. I'll keep it to Myself and this completely innocent-looking basket of fruit that just happens to follow me around and obviously ignores everything I say, which is the best I can do to keep a secret these days—besides yelling at a pumpkin.)
I'm not trying real hard to make my cryptic crossword clues very solvable. There's a trainload of newly briefed talent coming in—I've had to up my game
substantially.
I'm probably compensating for something. More after the break.
