Saturday, October 10, 2009
Novella month, day 10
She motioned to one of the chairs in front of the desk. “Have a seat. Can I offer you some candy or a metropolitan?”
I sat. The plaque on her desk identified her as Sandy, Director of Processing.
“I’ll have a metropolitan,” I answered.
She hummed and mixed us each a metropolitan from a desk-side bar.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t realize you were the Director of Processing.”
“That’s me,” she sang, giving the second metropolitan a stir.
“I would have thought someone else would have met me at the elevator.”
She laughed, a little tinkling laugh. “Like a secretary? Or one of those awful women in one of those tight white outfits. I take a more hands-on approach than they do in admissions.” She tittered again. “God help us if the Director of Admissions got his hands dirty.” She sat a drink in front of me. “All of our hands are dirty down here.” She winked.
She took her seat once more and took a long, slow sip of her metropolitan with her eyes closed. She was really savoring it. “Mmm-mmm-mmmm,” she sang. “Did you want to watch us kill people?” she asked brightly.
“Not especially.”
She tilted her head and frowned. “We do it in a very nice way.”
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