No Limits on Imagination!

hey everybody...umm..
okay, so this is my first entry,as you can see, and this is my first time posting a part of one of my stories, but not the first time posting a piece of my work...please tell me how it sounds...and please tell me the truth...i can handle it...i don't want to walk around thinking i'm a great writer when my writing sucks...lol
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"Hey chief-" Rickey's sandy brown head popped into the door marked 'Chief Stone'.
"Hold on a minute." The cheif said, holding up one very white finger. "Yeah...uh-huh...three-oh-five.Yes...okay, thank you...yes that's all. Okay,bye." Anderson Stone, the Chief Executive of L.A.'s police department looked up at his best officer. "Yes?"
"you called me?" Rickey sat in the chair opposite of Stone, crossing his long fingers at the ankle.
"Oh! Right." Chief Stone leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk."I have a special assingment for you," The Chief's brown mustache jumped with each word. "It's going to give you the highest raise you can ever get in this place."
Rickey leaned back."I'm listening."
"Your assignment is to go on vacation." Anderson said simply.
"But you just said-"
" I know I know...your assignment is in Malibu." Anderson reclined in his chair, ribbing his full head of chocolate-brown hair.
"Malibu?"
"Yes." Stone twined his fingers together and rested his chin on them. "You're going to be an heiress' bodyguard. she's been blackmailed, and Malibu's asking for you."
Rickey stood in one elegant move that seemed out of place with his height. "An heiress? Definitely not!" he started pacing in front of his boss' desk, throwing his hands this way and that, showing his anger. "Since when did L.A. police department become a babysitter-or heiress-same thing! when did we get paid to-"
"You'll do as I say or for christ's sake-and don't make me do this-I'll fire you!" Stone's face grew red, but then he looked down, taking deep breaths, the opposite of what Rickey was doing, though he did calm downa little, just to be reasonable.
"She's an heiress. All heiress' get blackmailed." Rickey slid a hand through his hair, his jade-green eyes snapping.
"Not by the same anonymous person continually."
"But-"
"Rickey." Stone looked up,his face recovered." How long have you been with me?"
"Seven years,sir."
"Right. so can't you trust me by now?"
"Yessir, I can."
"Well then, please do so for me right now. you'll bring that promotion we need from the state if you succeed."
"With a raise?" He asked questioningly.
"Yes. The Malibu police department will pay you generously."
Rickey took a deep breath."Sir, I accept, even though I still consider this baby-heiress-sitting." Rickey finally receeded his argument. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he said,"Well, I better go pack. looks like I'm off for Malibu."
Rickey disappeared out the door, but his head reappeared back through it a few seconds later. "This doesn't count as my vacation time does it?"