It’s been two weeks at our mountain chalet. Long walks in the morning, siestas in the afternoon. Reading, swimming, praying and promenades.
One evening before slumber we’re summoned to our devices to join The Firm in conference. Members include the most illustrious and beautiful people from around the realm.
We’re asked to go on a quest. A disturbance in the force, a glitch in the matrix is described. We’re told to reconnoiter the Space Center, a highly regarded sepulcher.
It could be dangerous. It could be frightening.
We speak briefly before bed.
“Good night.”
“Sleep tight.”
Your white negligee is a phaery delight.
Stay tuned for the next installment…
The Firm Part 8 – Intergalactic Finance Minister
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