Minions
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“And me. What about where I fit into this?”
“As sad as it is, Devlin. You are inconsequential. Your demise served a greater good. Get over it. Think bigger. Move on. Don’t waste your life.”
Devlin returned a smile for his understanding of the greater good. “Thank-you.”
For the first time, Glen did not reject Devlin’s appreciation.
Chapter - 89.
Tania was not in a door answering mood. She was feeling the familiar twangs of post binge regret, and the last thing she wanted was to have to interact with people. Instead, she would have preferred to have continued her internal struggle until she found familiar middle ground somewhere between anger and disinterest. Anger at the mess that was her life, and disinterest that she was so far beyond caring that if confronted she’d just as soon as say that she didn’t give a shit. By chance, in the pendulum of emotions, she was swinging very much towards hate fuelled anger when the doorbell rang, but a moment on either side and she might well have been suicidal or contemplating another trip to the bar, any bar.
She knew it was sure to be her new landlord. Her brave call to just blow off his scheduled visit yesterday only delayed the inevitable, and his phone call this morning was not the best way to start an otherwise bad day. At least he wasn’t so much angry for his wasted visit, but only disappointed that their meeting had been delayed. That would have been a bad way to start their relationship. He sounded nice enough on the phone, foreign of course, but that he also knew ‘Cat’ helped break the ice. She braced herself for the need to impress him and be polite, but that couldn’t suppress her immediate need to vent her frustration.
She headed for the door, still cursing a list of people under her breath. Her oblivious father, her well-intentioned but naïve brother, her past employers, the larger of her suitors from last night. This. All of this. Her life was not her fault. Perhaps this was the ‘rock bottom’ that her brother had encouraged her to embrace, the upside being that her life would surely improve from here.
* * *
Nebojsa always enjoyed meeting new people when not at work; it was like foreplay. It was fun, and with it would come the anticipation of what would follow and what he would learn about himself.
The woman answered the door and he recognised her immediately, even if it was clearly not reciprocated. The ‘pijan’. Others might consider this priceless, but Nebojsa was confident that he’d find the right value.
She was fired up and angry, and he could sense it even through the security screen. He liked that. He was expected obviously, but still he liked that she would open the door willingly, already mindful that she couldn’t deny him. Nebojsa liked that too. This one had a fire that even Angie had taken a lot of encouragement to share.
The landlord’s inspection was a formality and for the most part, he took it for the ruse that it really was. The legitimacy of the meeting was intoxicating. It was probably important for her too, but he didn’t care. He decided to call her ‘Seed’. This was the start of a relationship for sure.
He asked to see the bedroom. He asked once.
The End.
Also by Garrett Addison:
The Traveller.
A family man struggling in his pursuit of a work/life balance embarks on yet another trip at the whims of his tyrannical bitch of a boss. But on this trip he is a world apart from his usual self. Suddenly confident, capable and unafraid of his manager, reclaiming his life becomes less about corporate advancement and satisfying his ego than outright revenge on his boss. With nothing but success in his wake and seemingly limitless potential at his disposal, being coerced to work with his nemesis in a remote corner of the world provides the opportunity for not just a confrontation, but a final solution to what he sees as the bane of his life. Succeed or fail, either way this trip will be the making of him or the end of him.
Sometimes to get the measure of your life you just need a break from being yourself... because nothing lasts forever.