11-20-2020, 05:38 PM
Dorian Huet had been Ambassador Tom Yu’s personal assistant for the last two years, and all in all, he’d probably spent a total of four months waiting in airport lounges. The ambassador’s flight to Kaijan City from New Liverpool had just touched down, and Dorian had rushed out to make sure that the lounge was as the ambassador liked it. Chair cushions, fluffed. Chairs swept free of dust. Only the best instant coffee in the coffee machine, none of the decaf stuff. Tom Yu was a snob, and he had been since he’d been a high-powered CEO in the corporate world. Being elevated to the position of Laeralian ambassador to the Slokais Islands had done nothing to improve his demeanor.
Dorian fluffed the last chair cushion and, confident that he had a few minutes before the ambassador stepped into the room, pulled out his smartphone and typed out a message to the unsaved Slokaisian number he had on his phone.
Yu arrived at the airport. Everything is on schedule.
Barely a moment later, his contact replied. Excellent
There was a few seconds’ pause, and then: Remember to be on the East Portico at the planned time. You won’t want to be in the way when it all happens
Dorian waited for a few seconds for his contact to reply, and then texted: Have you made the first transfer yet?
Don’t you worry, came the reply. Check your account. 60k in Laeralian Marks now, the rest when the job is complete
Dorian wasn’t sure if he entirely trusted the man he was texting with. But when it came down to it, he had no choice. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make up for a lifetime of lower pay than he deserved-- and make more money in a few hours than he’d normally make in a year.
He stuffed the phone quickly in the pocket of his suit jacket when he heard footsteps coming down the breezeway from the plane, and he straightened up as the ambassador entered. Ambassador Yu strode past him, right to the coffee station in the corner.
“Ah, Waltham North coffee. Most pleasing, Dorian. You know, this sort of service is why I’ve spent so long with you in my employ! Now, would you make me a cup of coffee?”
Dorian plastered a false smile on his face and went to do as his boss had ordered. Soon enough, he’d be rich enough to be free of him. He just had to wait a few more hours.
Dorian fluffed the last chair cushion and, confident that he had a few minutes before the ambassador stepped into the room, pulled out his smartphone and typed out a message to the unsaved Slokaisian number he had on his phone.
Yu arrived at the airport. Everything is on schedule.
Barely a moment later, his contact replied. Excellent
There was a few seconds’ pause, and then: Remember to be on the East Portico at the planned time. You won’t want to be in the way when it all happens
Dorian waited for a few seconds for his contact to reply, and then texted: Have you made the first transfer yet?
Don’t you worry, came the reply. Check your account. 60k in Laeralian Marks now, the rest when the job is complete
Dorian wasn’t sure if he entirely trusted the man he was texting with. But when it came down to it, he had no choice. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make up for a lifetime of lower pay than he deserved-- and make more money in a few hours than he’d normally make in a year.
He stuffed the phone quickly in the pocket of his suit jacket when he heard footsteps coming down the breezeway from the plane, and he straightened up as the ambassador entered. Ambassador Yu strode past him, right to the coffee station in the corner.
“Ah, Waltham North coffee. Most pleasing, Dorian. You know, this sort of service is why I’ve spent so long with you in my employ! Now, would you make me a cup of coffee?”
Dorian plastered a false smile on his face and went to do as his boss had ordered. Soon enough, he’d be rich enough to be free of him. He just had to wait a few more hours.