Avoid if triggered by misplaced apostrophe's. (essayel) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-03-08 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | africa |
Luanda, Angola, early evening
Mr Donato was a very busy man. His new position - all his new positions carried a considerable responsibility - he had to be seen out and about, smiling, and accompanied by the most beautiful women and powerful men money or reputation could buy. Consquently he hadn't rushed to do things that, in retrospect, he should have seen to pretty smartly.
His first intimation that all was not well should have been when one of his colleagues brushed him off hurriedly with a 'oh look at the time, must run' comment. He wouldn't have thought anything of it except for the way the man glanced around as though uneasy to be seen with him. At the time he didn't think much of it, but later he spotted one of his subordinates take the stairs rather then ride down in the elevator with him. Donato did wonder a bit then and so took a different route home from the normal one and took care to leave half an hour earlier.
He was checking his personal emails when the phone rang. He picked it up, answered and listened to the warning gabble in incredulous shock. "Right," he said, "thank you," and put the phone down then got to his feet. He was halfway across the room before he remembered - the emails, he hadn't made the transfers!
Hastily he went back to the computer and began to scroll through his documents, then opened a website.
Dios, he didn't have time for this. Dios, was that a jeep he could hear? Voices downstairs?
Hurry, hurry, faster.
He took a deep breath and saved himself some time then lifted the whole tower unit high and smashed it down on the floor. Parts crunched and tinkled as he kicked the casing apart, scrabbled for the hard drive and mangled that as far as he was able.
Then he ran for the door, hoping to make it out of the building, praying he might make it across the border.