Random word of the day: Sale
Alright then. Back to basics! It didn’t take me too long to think up something for today’s word. Things did change a little through the writing process, though, and for some reason – and somehow – I managed to take a short story on the last moments before a massive sale and combine it with elements of Baldur’s Gate (can you find them? ^_~), one of, if not my favourite video game series! The formation of the idea happened really fast, but how I actually got to it, I really don’t know. It turned out a bit more serious and gloomy than the more humorous idea I had in mind, but hey, those things happen. Fairly quickly written, this one, and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about the end product here, but, as always, I hope you’ll enjoy it. ^_^
(I apologize for any grammar and spelling errors and the like. I have not yet found the time to check it, but I’ll be taking care of that a bit later on. If you find any, feel free to point them out. In a decent and productive way of course.)
“Sir, with all due respect… You, can’t actually be thinking of going through with this…” Holding his hands before his body, he nervously fidgeted with his fingers and every couple of seconds shifting from one feet to the other. Not certain where to watch, he switched between turning his look from down towards his feet to the back of the chair where the company president sat and did not keep his eyes on either for too long. “Today of all days!”
The president laughed. It was deep laugh, filling the office and sounded almost mocking. He had not even turned to look at his employee, but since his bald head was visible over the top of the high dark grey chair, it was clear to anyone they were dealing with someone who was positively giant. “And why is that, Mr Adrian?” he asked.
Adrian gathered all the courage he could find. All too well did he remember how things had gone last year, even though he’d rather not. And with the recent decision to increase the size of the event… It would be a catastrophe of a scale the world had not witnessed before. He had to find a way to stop the horror that was about to take place, but if the president would continue to not show even the slightest inclination of doing so, things would take a grim turn indeed. “You know what day it is!” For a moment he was shocked at his outburst and fell silent. “Sir,” he quickly added in a more respectful tone. “I’m sorry, but today will continue as planned…” He took a deep breath. “Many people will not come out of it…”
The president’s reply came in the form of dead silence. His large office chair turned to face his employee. Now in full view, even though he was sitting down, he looked even larger, even more imposing than before. And while his face was hardly visible as he held his hands folded together before it, it almost seemed as if a golden glow came from his eyes. “Everything I have done, I have done for the good of not only this company, but for the good of all!” Adrian gulped. He liked it better when the man had sat with his back to him. “I would never take decisions that would endanger anyone, least of all the people working so hard to keep this company going.” While the tone of his voice came across as kind at first, there was almost something, menacing about it. “Mr Adrian. I’ve allowed you into my office, because I was under the impression you had something important, something worthwhile to tell me. And if this is what you consider important…” From behind his folded hands the president’s seemingly glowing eyes threw Adrian a piercing gaze. “I believe it is time you take a short break before returning to work. Wouldn’t you agree?” Before Adrian even had a chance to reply, the president gave his security officer, a dark-haired man in a crimson suit, a short nod. “Mr DeAngelo. Please show Mr Adrian the way out.”
DeAngelo nodded back and gave Adrian a soft push, his way of telling him to get out.
“Oh and Mr Adrian,” the president called out just before Adrian left the office. “This is the first and the last I’ve heard of this nonsense. If not, there will be consequences.”
With one more push from DeAngelo, Adrian found himself outside the office. He wanted to go back in, explain more of what was going to happen, but the security officer in the door opening glared at him in a way that almost told him to get out and get back to work. Adrian turned around and took large steps through the hallway, not even waiting for the door to shut behind him. He was angry. This was not how he had expected his meeting would have gone. If anyone could have stopped the upcoming disaster, it would have been the president, but he did not even… It then dawned on Adrian and he felt like a complete idiot that he had not noticed it before. The president knew… And for some reason, he refused to do anything about it. Then, was he onto it? Was this all, his plan? But, why would he…
His thoughts were interrupted as he got down the last flight of stairs and had returned to the bottom floor. With hopeful looks in their eyes, his colleagues gathered around him, but Adrian closed his eyes and shook his head sadly. The others looked down at the floor for a moment, then at the glass windows and doors that separated them from the outside. Adrian followed their gazes and horrified he watched what the others saw. They had already arrived… A horde of people, if they could even be called that anymore, greater than he could have even imagined. Impatiently they stood there, looking inside with eager, hungry eyes, waiting for the moment those doors would open. And open they would. Adrian looked away and let his gaze move around once more. Not a soul was there. The floor was clean. The isles were full. Even with the large brightly coloured posters with big numbers and percentages hanging all across the walls and windows, everything inside seemed so calm, almost peaceful.
“One more hour…” One of the colleagues, a slim blonde-haired girl had fallen to her knees. Her voice came out as little more than a whisper.
Adrian looked over his colleagues’ heads to the clock on the other side and pressed his lips together. She was right. One more hour… He kneeled down at the girl’s side and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with big desperate eyes, then threw herself at him and hid her face and cried. In an attempt to console her, Adrian patted her on the back. He knew it was probably in vain. It now was less than an hour before the doors would open, before everything would come crashing down. Over his shoulder he watched the horde; still waiting, still watching, still hungry… Firmly turning his head Adrian looked back at the others and smiled humourlessly. This truly was their last hour. Better make it a good one…