WHO: Edgar Figaro (Open to visitors!) WHAT: Contemplations, to say the least. WHERE: Edgar's room. WHEN: Evening of Friday, April 3 WARNINGS: N/A
"Ring, ring...ring, ring...ring-- click! Good evening, Master. How may I be of service to you tonight?"
"I just want to update you that all the meetings I've bumped up have been concluded. The groundbreaking ceremony is set, I have spoken with our sponsors for the fundraising event, Ms. Sara-magic has agreed to be the voice of our charity campaign and I have reviewed the new terms of the TFS' consignment policy and sent it back to Hinson."
"...so..."
"So I think you can now agree that the weekend schedule I e-mailed you earlier this week has become quite feasible."
"Sigh. Feasible or no, I really don't recommend this kind of action. "
"Why not! I'm not cancelling all of my appointments, I'm just shifting them around! You have made the necessary advices, of course?"
"Yes. Of course."
"Then all that needs to be done is to confirm them! I'll call some of them myself to clear up a few things."
"This is no easy task, Master, you know that. These aren't just staff you can order to extend hours to meet with you. These are busy men with busy lives! With families and wives and husbands and children to play with. Please be aware also that proceeding with this e-mail will mean that you will be cancelling Ultima Power's meeting for the third time."
"Hey now, they weren't cancelled! They would be my 8:00 on Saturday!"
"Assuming that they can make the call."
"I thought you advised them?"
"I did but as you are currently demonstrating, no decision is final until they are the past."
"Now Chance..."
"Must you really go to this ValorCon with Ms. Redmane? On both days?"
"Yes! Chance, you know I wouldn't be asking you to do this if it wasn't that important. This is also for the future of the family. I, I mean it'll be publicity! The media will be there, I will be available for interview, and people will start talking. We'll be trending on Warker before we know it!"
"I worry about the repercussions, Master."
"Like what?"
"I am not confident that some of your Saturdays and Sundays will be satisfied to learn that you postponed them because you wanted to be in a convention you don't even follow."
" They can't all be too eager to hear my voice, can they?"
"I rather doubt that they will have agreed to suffer your daily planner if they could live without it."
"Chance, I know what I'm doing. Just help me out here, please. I swear, this will be advantageous for us."
"If that is what your intuition tells you."
The conversation ended with barely a note of goodbye from either men. Edgar didn't know why he was tempted to smash his phone on his kitchen counter, as if it was one of those clunky things with curled wires. He'd often seen his father do that and while those moments had been scary, he'd dreamed that one day he would have the right to that anger.
Thinking about it made him feel stupid, of course. Chance was just doing his job and he had agreed to his request eventually. At present, he was drafting a new weekend schedule for Edgar to be sent within an hour. So why was he angry? Why was he frowning?
"I can't decide which is more terrifying. The eyeless wonder back there or being chased around by a hobo in the woods!"
"Am I a bad influence on you?"
"Must you really go to this ValorCon with Ms. Redmane? On both days?"
Love is just a game of risks. He was just trying to learn the rules.