1 Something I'm making up as I go.. on Mon 21 Jun 2010, 04:16
Chaos Becomes Her
Irian sat in her office at her desk, reading over the the news paper for the day. "This is why I HATE STUPID PEOPLE", she thought to herself as she read over the headline story about some idiot who got caught doing something or another that was illegal. It was all the same to her. A crime was a crime. Her dark blue scrubs were a little stained from the oils she used in her profession. Her dark brown hair was thrown up into a haphazard bun as that it didn't get in her face.
"Excuse me, Ma'am", said a strong baritone voice.
Irian looked up from her new paper. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." She stood and extended her hand. "I'm Irian Cartwright, Owner and Operator of this FINE establishment, Body & Soul Massage Therapy. And you are?"
The man before her was bald, his hand shake was strong. His dark brown eyes were piercing. He wore a leather jacket, blue jeans, a collared shirt that had a white dragon embroidered on the left side of the chest, where a pocket should have been, but wasn't. "I know who you are, Ms. Cartwright. My name is David. That's all you need to know for the moment", the man said.
She thought he looked familiar, but said nothing. "That's fine, David. How can I help you?"
"It's not you that can help me, my dear, but rather I that can help you."
Ok, he was being cryptic. She would just have to keep talking to him to figure out what he was in her office for. "Why don't we have a seat, David?" she said, motioning to the chair behind him. Once, he sat down, she gave him her best professional poker face. "Ok, David, how is it that you can help me?"
"All in due time, my dear. The first thing you need to know is that, we've been watching you for a very LONG time", David began.
"And, just who is 'we'?"
"My brothers and I. We are all rather fond of your work as an activist."
"My work as an activist? For what causes? I'm involved in quite a few things, sir."
He shook his head. "Just David, please. And we admire all of your activism, not just for anyone cause. Hell, personally, I just admire you. You seem like a very strong woman who has NO problem speaking her mind."
The picture was starting to become a little more clear to her. At one of the Gay Rights' Rallies she was hosting at few months ago, she's seen a couple of figures that stuck out. She was thinking that David here was one of those faces. "Well, David, I can assure you that if you're looking for strong willed and highly opinionated, then you have your woman. I wasn't raised to keep my mouth shut for any purpose. If I believe it, then it comes out of my mouth."
"So, we've noticed. I really liked your speech at that Global Warming Crisis Rally a month or so ago."
She'd seen him before. "You were also at my Gay Rights Rally last month, weren't you?"
"Yes, I was. You noticed me. Good. That's what we were hoping for."
"Well, I'm a bi- sexual woman. I should be free to marry whomever I choose, be they male of female, David. And, what do you mean you were hoping that I would notice you?"
He smiled. "Again, all in good time, my dear." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a card, laying it on her desk. "Be at this location at 7:00, sharp, and my brothers and I will answer all of your questions." He stood and offered his hand. "Until tonight, Ms. Cartwright."
She stood and took his hand, shaking it again. "Until tonight, David." When he released her hand, she watched him walk away. Who was this man and how did he know about her work? She was just one person. Why was she a person of interest to David and his "brothers"? She would have to wait until 7:00 to find out. It was only noon, and it was the middle of the summer in Denver, Colorado. The days liked to drag on there.
She heaved a heavy sigh and looked at the card. The location was in the middle of the warehouse district, which was on the outskirts of town. Not a place she wanted to be at 7:00 at night. But, still, if she wanted her answers, she would have to be there.
She stood and went to the front of the building, where her receptionist sat behind the front desk. "Trisha?"
The curly headed blond looked up from the desk. "Yes, Irian?"
"Did you see that man who just left come in?"
"Yes. He asked for you and I told him you were in your office, but that I wasn't sure if you were busy or not. Before I could finish the sentence, he was already headed back there."
"What did he want?"
"I have NO idea."
"He didn't tell you?"
Irian shook her head. "Nope. Trisha, do I have anymore appointments today?"
Trisha looked at the calender on the computer. "Nope."
"Do you mind locking up for me tonight? I think I need to head out early."
"No problem. If you wanna leave now, that's cool."
"Thanks, Trish. You're the best." Irian walked off. When she got back to her office, she grabbed her purse and locked her office door behind her as she left. "Thank GOD, there's a back entrance to this building", she thought as she headed out to her car.
As she unlocked the driver's side door, she noticed the note. She unfolded the piece of paper and read it. "Don't forget. 7:00." She sighed and got in the car. How could she forget? She wanted to know why she mattered to this cryptic stranger and his "brothers". She would be there with bells on. No doubt about that.
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