Good morning. It seems we have glided into the middle of the week. As always Wednesday morning feels like the week is slipping away and I haven’t gotten nearly as much done as I planned. which means today will be crazy and then tomorrow I will realize that all is on track so there is no need to worry. I just have bonkers Wednesday to get through. So let’s get to it shall we? Timers at the ready. Writing implements poised. Then let’s get to it.
I’ll need to figure out a bit more about the character before I write further. Mostly emotion. I didn’t write far enough to find out if they are angry at the summons or curious. Or why the man behind the desk doesn’t know it was a summons. It might be fun to figure out. But it will take a bit of thought.
Wednesday, March 9th: The mountains were capped with white.
The mountain was capped with white. It looked picture postcard perfect. ‘Too pretty to be real,’ I thought as I looked through the giant picture window. From my vantage point the main window was centered with the rest of the range falling away perfectly to the sides. I knew the positiong of the window was intentional. A combination of architect and designer coming together as one, the window a frame for a living painting. However it was the perfection of it that made it seem vaguely unreal and like the work of a slightly less than skilled painter.
‘It should be slightly off set for more appeal and less symmetry,’ I decided.
I knew if I moved closer to the window the illusion would fade. Below I would see the others, those who came to enjoy the mountain. The skiiers and other outdoorsy folk doing whatever people did in the snow during winter. I grew up in warmer places where snow was always a shocking surprise. What I did in the snow was hole up and make hot chocolate until the roads were clear and normality could resume.
While others clearly enjoyed it, I couldn’t see the appeal.
Which was why I was slightly baffled to find myself here. I turned my attention away from the window as the door opened.
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” the man who entered said automatically. There was no remorse in his voice though and the wait hadn’t been long enough for something else to occupy his time. It had been a calculated wait. There were many reasons he could have used it, I had never met him before and didn’t really know why I was here. Still, the timing felt calculated. I smiled and waited for him to take his seat behind the desk. His eyebrow lifted as I remained seated and quiet during his adjustment. I wondered if I was supposed to rise at his arrival or offer my own apologies.
“Well.” He began. “I suppose we both know why we are here so let’s just jump right into it shall we?”
“Actually I don’t know why I am here,” I replied.
“Come now, there is no need to prevaricate.”
“Sir, Yesterday morning a lawyer Named Fitzgerald showed up at my place of employment,” I began.
“Yes, Robert, good man.”
“I’ll have to take your word for that,” I replied. “He bought out the last of my contract from my employer and then offered my a payment to attend this meeting. I asked what would happen if I refused and he informed me that I would find it impossible to secure another contract If I didn’t take the meeting.”
The man behind the desk looked at me. The silence stretched. “I see,” he began. “And no other information was given?”
Ten til Midnight 