“I’m glad you came.”
Situated at the far end of a lonely and sterile hallway, the only room on the entire floor was a place where very few tread. On this day however, the usually quiet room bore two heartbeats.
One belonged to a rather unassuming man that stood behind a large oak desk with his face towards the large glass panes that made up the entire wall opposite his door. He was unassuming in physical appearance only. Though average in both height and weight with gently tanned skin and hazel hair styled in the latest fashion, his clothes bore a different story. Dressed like royalty he wore a beautifully embroidered blue blazer that looked like it belonged to a prince.
The other person was hardly adequate in comparison. Dressed in simple cargo shorts and oversized hoodie, the androgynous fellow’s only accent was his crimson hair. He seemed slightly uneasy, but a lot less nervous than most would be given such company.
“And here I thought you might have forgotten about me.” Though the regal man spoke clearly to the only other person in the room, he kept his back to his companion, the oaken desk safely between them.
“How could I forget?” Soft and delicate; the kind of voice that belonged to a singer. “No one forgets dates with Mr. Adin.”
The other man, Mr. Adin, chuckled at this, though he didn’t argue the statement.
“I like people that are loyal.” The words hung in the air until they were stale. For a long moment, the other man shifted uneasily as Mr. Adin took his time. “I called you in here to have a word with you. It would seem there’s been some…talk. While I’m not a man for rumors, I can’t help but investigate any possibilities. I didn’t get to where I am by being negligent.”
“Yes. Talk. I wonder…” Mr. Adin turned towards his desk and lifted a sheet of paper up to his face to get a better look. “Have you heard anything from Ms. Haygood?”
Another long, uncomfortable silence stretched between them. It was clear the name had history and from the looks on their faces, little of it was good.
“Of course not, sir. Veronica, I mean, Ms. Haygood is dead. I saw her execution myself.”
Mr. Adin set the sheet of paper back down onto his desk before he offered up a smile. “Very good. I was hoping that you’d remember. That’s all I needed to know. Now, onto more important matters.” As Mr. Adin trailed off, he slid another sheet of paper across his desk so that the other man could see. At the top was a marvelous logo of two ‘M’s intertwined and just below it a single large word.