The Von Bucati Mansion
By Dan Watt
Author of the e-books Ruby Queen and Sylvia on Kobo.com; and e-books Lucy and the Snivel Chair, DRAGON: The Emerald Of Light on Amazon.com
Narcissism does not make a leading character anyone one cares about. But, does it make you want to see that character get what’s coming to them?
The Cottage Cont.
My hours are between 10 a.m. and 6 p.m. with two hours off between 12 p.m. and 2 p.m. However, my answering machine and text message reply say I’m extremely busy but will get back as soon as I have an available moment. Someone of my calibre should be waited upon.
I like to play Grand Theft Auto on my IPad while I wait for a client to call. My current game is linked to three other players. What they don’t know is that I always play with the cheat mode on, so I never lose. Unfortunately, I play a free version and it gets cut off whenever DMA Design finds the free site. Luckily, some hacker named Whose Your Uncle keeps a list of e-mail players and sends us his new site. Today I’m going to win—
Some idiot is honking a car horn right outside my office door! I’m trying to ignore it but it keeps going. Oh, its 10:01 a.m.! I’ll bring my IPad along with my briefcase. I need my wallet and my keys, and my slate grey suit jacket!
Outside a black Bentley Limousine with three side windows is running. The windows are covered in a reflective silver mirror. How long is it going to take for this guy to get out and open the door form me? The car’s horn blasts again and I’ve jumped about ten feet in the air. What a lazy driver, I’ll just let myself in.
The bucket seats are covered in pristine beige leather. I’m sitting in a back seat that faces two seats on the other side. I’m the only one in the car. A small table, about the size of a coffee table, made from teak wood takes up the centre of the floor. The top of the table is covered in clear linoleum with pockets in front of each seat to keep wine glasses from slipping and two sizes of holes for either cups or shot glasses. I see a metal door underneath with a latch handle and open it. The interior is filled with mickey bottles of all kinds of spirits, a bottle of orange juice and a litre of water. A wooden door beside it contains shot and brandy glasses.
On the top of the table is a folded piece of plain white paper with my name written on it in precise hand writing:
Dear Mr. Deleppe, I must ask you to not mention our association to anyone including more of your associates. Enjoy as much alcohol as you like but remember you can’t leave the limo until you reach the cottage. Enjoy! Life can be short.
I never turn down an offer for free alcohol! A Family Doctor I was representing in a land dispute invited me to dinner about a year ago to discuss his case. In his own words he said: “Have as much as you like.” as he gestured towards a bottle of Hennessy XO cognac. So I kept pouring myself glass after glass. Personally I rarely drink when I’m on my own—it’s just too expensive.
I’ll just see how much of a mickey of St. Remy I can pour into a brandy glass and leave just enough room to put some orange juice at the top.