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tamingthemuseTitle: Fate
Fandom: original
Prompt 443 - Wyrd
Rating: PG
That day, Fate came in broad daylight.
It was a morning like any other, full of meetings and paperwork, black coffee and memos. Jeremy Carpenter had become used to them over the years, and even took a bit of pleasure in them. He didn't have a passion for administrative work and day-to-day supervision, but all of these, the decision he was making, were the symbol of his success. His brilliant success, you might add. He had started at the bottom of the ladder, where noone believed he would go anywhere, not with his origins and brutal temper. And yet here he was, at the top of the building, the top of his business. That was the kind of success story I hate to mess up with.
Unfortunately for him, Jeremy had a fate, like everybody else, and his was good only to a point, and that point was that day. My job was to make that fate happen.
I'm a person as much as everyone else. I have a corporeal presence, a body that take space, and all the things that come from being alive in the 21st century. Except that, due to my line of work, I have the ability to fade from people's mind after they see me, and I have a very, very persuasive voice. I can make anyone do anything. Literally.
I was business-looking when I walked into Carpenter Entertainment that morning. I could have come in dressed liked a hobo, but it would only have made my job more difficult, and I didn't see the point. Dressing the part was easier, and so much fun. Jeremy's secretary let me in his office without difficulty, after I convinced her I had a meeting schedulded that she had neglected to write down. She wouldn't remember in an hour, and she would have other things to think about by then.
When I entered the office, Jeremy was on the phone. He barely looked up at me, frowned anyway, and ended his call.
"Did we have an appointement?", he asked me, unsure. His secretary always gave him his schedule in the morning, and I wasn't on it, of course. But he already felt like I was supposed to be there anyway.
"Kind of", I replied, sitting in a chair in front of the desk. I settled comfortably before continuing : "I'm here to discuss Dale Ferguson, your associate. I needed to make sure you knew he is talking to the Korean to sell his part of the business, and force you to do as well."
Jeremy was taken aback by my declaration, but I knew he was already suspicious about his coworker. Truthfully, Dale hadn't done anything of the sort, but he had a fate too, and it was even less jolly than Jeremy's. I tried not to think too much about it.
I got up and walked nearer to Jeremy. His eyes kept following me.
"You should do something about it. Something drastic. You can't let him double-cross you like that. He is a traitor, Jeremy, and you know what you have to do to traitors."
He nodded, and I knew fate as on its way. Without another word, I walked to the door and got out of the office, and of the building.
Later that day, television programs told in a loop the story of that CEO who stabbed its associate in a fit of madness. Jeremy's temper was bound to catch up with him at some point, to bring him down when he would be at the top. Fate doesn't care how hard it was to reach that top.
Fandom: original
Prompt 443 - Wyrd
Rating: PG
That day, Fate came in broad daylight.
It was a morning like any other, full of meetings and paperwork, black coffee and memos. Jeremy Carpenter had become used to them over the years, and even took a bit of pleasure in them. He didn't have a passion for administrative work and day-to-day supervision, but all of these, the decision he was making, were the symbol of his success. His brilliant success, you might add. He had started at the bottom of the ladder, where noone believed he would go anywhere, not with his origins and brutal temper. And yet here he was, at the top of the building, the top of his business. That was the kind of success story I hate to mess up with.
Unfortunately for him, Jeremy had a fate, like everybody else, and his was good only to a point, and that point was that day. My job was to make that fate happen.
I'm a person as much as everyone else. I have a corporeal presence, a body that take space, and all the things that come from being alive in the 21st century. Except that, due to my line of work, I have the ability to fade from people's mind after they see me, and I have a very, very persuasive voice. I can make anyone do anything. Literally.
I was business-looking when I walked into Carpenter Entertainment that morning. I could have come in dressed liked a hobo, but it would only have made my job more difficult, and I didn't see the point. Dressing the part was easier, and so much fun. Jeremy's secretary let me in his office without difficulty, after I convinced her I had a meeting schedulded that she had neglected to write down. She wouldn't remember in an hour, and she would have other things to think about by then.
When I entered the office, Jeremy was on the phone. He barely looked up at me, frowned anyway, and ended his call.
"Did we have an appointement?", he asked me, unsure. His secretary always gave him his schedule in the morning, and I wasn't on it, of course. But he already felt like I was supposed to be there anyway.
"Kind of", I replied, sitting in a chair in front of the desk. I settled comfortably before continuing : "I'm here to discuss Dale Ferguson, your associate. I needed to make sure you knew he is talking to the Korean to sell his part of the business, and force you to do as well."
Jeremy was taken aback by my declaration, but I knew he was already suspicious about his coworker. Truthfully, Dale hadn't done anything of the sort, but he had a fate too, and it was even less jolly than Jeremy's. I tried not to think too much about it.
I got up and walked nearer to Jeremy. His eyes kept following me.
"You should do something about it. Something drastic. You can't let him double-cross you like that. He is a traitor, Jeremy, and you know what you have to do to traitors."
He nodded, and I knew fate as on its way. Without another word, I walked to the door and got out of the office, and of the building.
Later that day, television programs told in a loop the story of that CEO who stabbed its associate in a fit of madness. Jeremy's temper was bound to catch up with him at some point, to bring him down when he would be at the top. Fate doesn't care how hard it was to reach that top.
