Remly gives the door a swift jerk, hearing the soft click of the lock sliding into place. Someday, when finances allow, he will replace the damn door. Better yet, he might just move out, and leave the ghosts behind. With a satisfied grunt, he makes his way down the dimly-lit hallway of the building, whistling to himself a nameless tune.
The elevator shaft is a distance to the other end of the building. Why this is so, Remly doesn’t know. But it does mean his unit is the cheapest in the building. Being far removed from the nosy neighbors and prying eyes only sweetens the deal.
Still, it doesn’t change the fact that he’ll be out on the streets if business slips. He could let out one of the offices, but that means changing the signage out front as well. No, what James & Manson really needs is a new gig, and Remly wants it now. Taking his cigarettes out from his coat pocket, he lights one up as he rounds the corner, distracted by his own problems.
What? Remly looks up from his stupor to see a elderly gentleman in a white suit walking towards him. Well-groomed beard, a studded ivory cane and a spot of decent cologne, Remly smells money.
“I say young man, do you to know where I might find the offices of James & Manson? The unit I was given doesn’t seem to exist.”
Remly blinks, trying to control his excitement. He plays it cool and throws his cigarette to the floor, stubbing it out. “You found it, Remly Manson at your service.” He extends a hand which the man warmly accepts.
“Oh wonderful, I’ve been referred by an associate of mine, he tells me I should speak to a Mr. Albus James.”
Remly feels his enthusiasm wane. “James is gone for the day, if there’s anything I’ll be more than…”
“Thank you, but no” the old man says, raising a hand. “I’ll like to speak to Albus in private, it’s a matter of upmost confidentiality. Is there anyway I can reach him?”
Think fast Remly. “I can assure you, that as a partner of James & Manson, I am just as capable in handling your request, Mr…”
“White, Sullivan White.”
“Mr White,” Remly tips his hat. “Now, I’ve been in business with Albus for the last thirteen years. There ain’t a thing we don’t trust each other with. Don’t let this youthful mug fool ya.” He forces a laugh to appear to friendly.
The old man looks at Remly warily. “You’re the Manson of the company?”
“Presently so,” Remly answers. “Now why don’t we go back to our office so that we may discuss this business in private.”
The old man bites his lips, considering the proposition.
Remly weighs the costs in his head. “Tell you what, there’s a nice little restaurant just across the street. If time permits, perhaps we can discuss this matter over dinner.”
The old man’s features start to soften. “Well I guess….”
“Good, let’s go then. I hope you like steak.”
- This part has the ‘sudden’ appearance of another character to let the story move forward, let me know if the handling of it here is ok, or is it just too sudden. I can always add a “he looks up and sees a man exiting the elevator”, or something like that.
- As per the part 1, I have opted to do away with most dialogue tags. This makes it read faster which can be a good or bad thing.
- I’ve went back to edit Part 1 and 2, trying to insert the character descriptions into the text without dedicated an entire chunk to it. I need to create an image for Albus. I’ll see if it works.
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