Morning all. I hope you had a fabulous weekend and are ready to hit his week hard, sending January out with a bang. So let’s get started. Timers at the ready and off we go.
I think someone needs to have done something embarrassing as well as illegal for this one. Just not sure which. I do like the concept of an outside who is also sort of an insider. Not sure if this story is where I’d use that but I like the idea.
Monday, January 27th: It made every front page.
It made every front page. George stared at the copy in front of him. There were several more sites bookmarked. It hasn’t been as dramatic as it would have been in years gone by. No one slammed into his office and slapped a physical newspaper on the desk. He didn’t wake up to the thump of the paperboy delivering the paper to his front door only to be stunned over his morning coffee.
‘That might have been contained.’ He thought. While he didn’t relish having his morning coffee interrupted, he didn’t even make it to the morning coffee. The alerts set on his pho9ne for any family or company related news went off at two in the morning. The beeping jarred him from sleep. As he was having a delightful dream where he stapled various members lips shut, it had been an odd but pleasant dream. In his dream there was no pain or blood. It had been rather cartoonish, with little signs cropping up saying ‘mouth has been disengaged, please use brain.’
He didn’t need any psychology degrees to see where that dream came from.
‘Not my problem,’ he thought.
The thought held no weight. He distanced himself from the family company, not wanting to be involved in the direction it went. He occupied himself elsewhere and his ventures were in no way tied to the company. He had even, after an argument with his brothers sold them his share of the family company, divesting himself of any involvement. They were thrilled as it gave them more input in the board meetings and more power to control things.
The thought of them in control was why he left the company and was willing to separate himself. ‘And yet I still keep the alarms.’ He shook his head.
He looked at the computer screen. Even tho0ugh the paper couldn’t be slammed down on his desk in a dramatic faction, he could, with ease flick through all of the major news sites on the planet. The events of the past month were no longer contained. It had all come spilling out.
He knew a few things, the botched job, and the scramble to fix or at least conceal. As the article detailed what went on he could practically see the fingerprints of the various people involved. He knew who favored pay offs, who favored threats and who would just pretend it never happened.
‘I guess everyone was involved.’ George shook his head. He turned off the computer and stood up. He was still in his pajamas, robe hastily thrown over. He thought at some point he might get back to sleep. Daylight was peeking in through the windows now. He knew going back to sleep was an impossibility. He tied his robe closed and left his home office, heading towards the kitchen. The coffee pot was on a timer and was set to brew each morning at the same time. He was fifteen minutes early. He disengaged the automatic and started the pot manually.
‘Gotta remember to put it back to automatic when I refill tonight.’ He thought as he stepped away, moving towards the fridge. The coffee pot began to gurgle and pop as it came to life. He took a yogurt out of the fridge and walked to get a spoon. As he did, he wondered if they would call him.
Ten til Midnight 