Interviews

[ghargreaves]

The disappearance of the team who had been carrying out the research into portals into other dimensions had been both a major loss and a major find, or that's the way Gerald Hargreaves had chosen to look at it. After all, if they had discovered a portal and been drawn through it then they had proven that what Gerald had always believed was true, was true.

He drummed his fingers on the desk in the office he had started to frequent more often since the loss of the team. One of the drawbacks of losing the team, other than losing the actual team, was having to replace them. And he had decided that as there was now a good chance his hypothesis had been right, he was going to be a little more hands-on in the management of the business. That and both the manager and receptionist had disappeared at the same time as the team, along with a few other staff.

So the first task he had taken on was the replacement of team members. And today was back to back interviews with potential candidates for a number of positions. The ad had been placed by Elijah, the young man quite adept at turning his hand to anything required at the time, though Gerry thought the young man would probably draw the line at opening mail, and making coffee.

He picked up the elegant china cup that sat on a matching saucer and sipped the freshly brewed coffee, inhaling the aromatic steam as his eyes ran over the list of appointments on the sheet in front of him.

EMAIL

[ghargreaves]

To: Beverley Bathstone [beverley.bathstone@ghostco.com]
From: Gerald Hargreaves [gerald.hargreaves@ghostco.com]
Subject: Ad content

Dear Beverley,

Thank you for having the ads for our services placed so efficiently, I appreciate your efforts to help keep things operational during this phase of the company's changes.

I do note that the guarantee is somewhat less than attractive to any potential client. I am quite sure you are already dealing with this with the appropriate individuals at the publication. Please keep me apprised of the response so I can take it further if needed.

Again, thank you for your taking on extra responsibilities at this time.

Kind regards,

Gerald

Patriots and Beer - In mourning

[daring_crusoe]

“Ugh. I still can’t over it,” he said looking up at the flat screen which was showing the highlight of game between the New England Patriots and Denver Broncos. “Two lousy points.” 
 

“Tell me about it. People have been talking about it all week,” said the bartender. 
 

“God dammit,” Darren said seeing the replay of the field kick which ended up costing the game in the end. 

“Sounds like you need drink,” said the bartender. “What’s your booze?”
 

“Sam Adams.” Darren replied. He had enough grief for the day. He looked down the bar toward the front door as someone came through the door for the start of happy hour. 
 

The bartender returned with his Samuel Adams beer in a mug straight from the tap with the head still overflowing. “Tab, Darren?” 
 

“Yes, thanks,” he grabbed his beer and took a sip. It was the best, not that he did not enjoy the other home brews from Boston. Samuel Adams was the only taste of New England when he lived in Japan. In a way, having Sam Adams in Boston connected him back to Japan. 

 

Wednesday, the clock chimes Nine.

[alone_lily]

“Would you like to have another biscotti, Miss. Delacroix?” offered Eric Tiller, an indicted thief and her newest client, seated across from her. A well-mannered middle aged with a shade of gray hair was a respectable businessman who owned a small coffee shop in Watertown, Massachusetts. The last person you would suspect as a high end art thief.

“No thank you, Mr. Tiller,” said Lily Delacroix Psy.D, forensic psychologist, who was hired by Tiller’s attorney as a consultant. The law firm needed to come up with a viable defense for Tiller, and an insanity plea was an option. “Please, just call me Lily.”

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