WHO: Elle, Flagg WHAT: Meeting WHERE: W&h office WHEN: Friday, 3pm RATED: PG-13 because I don't know what to expect.
Some poor intern was waiting at the door with the prescribed coffee Flagg may or may not have been humourously requesting. It was really awful being an intern with the corporation with good reason: the chance of surviving the entire semester was about 19%. Today, luckily, his sole task was to merely stand at the reception desk and wait for a gentleman or otherwordly being named Randall Flagg to check in and hand him the coffee....
Several floors up, Elle was trying to hide her wide grin as she had finally landed, hopefully, her first client to represent. The place was starting to wear on her, she feared, because she found herself not caring terribly that he may in fact be a mass murderer by the way he talked about chaos and killing her sweet little Bruiser (she left him at home today) and insanely excited. She arranged her desk slightly and waited for Flagg to arrive.