Chapter Two- Leanne- 2014 - Part 1
''I despise mirrors. All they do is sit there on your wall reminding you that time is running out. They mock every wrinkle and grey hair that appears, they increase every imperfection. As imperfections go though I don't have many. I only own one mirror, the smallest size, perfect for keeping up appearances, but not for pondering for hours on that smudge of make-up you cannot remove.
I despise the ants about as much as I do mirrors. They reflect back as many imperfections as mirrors do, not of my own of course, but of nature. Human nature. They run around in the dirt waiting for their next meal to be fed to them. Begging.
And it is my job to contain them.''
Leanne wasn't used to early morning starts, no matter how much it seemed to her staff that she rarely slept. So when the doorbell rang at barely 7 in the morning, she wasn't exactly up to her smartest work. Unfortunately her luck left her apparently the day before and she was faced with the one person no one wants to see in the morning, scratch that rarely ever. Her brother.
Pacing into the room he spat ''Good morning Leanne''.He never was particularly pleasant even at the best of times. He turned and closed the door. ''Shall we go to your office.'' The sentence hardly out of his mouth before he lead the way to the elevator doors.
Leanne had hardly taken any of it in before she found herself in the lift flying up the floors. Shaking her red hair out of her face, she finally had clear view to study the man next to her. His black belt was loose around his black tailored trousers, his shirt cleaner than usual and the tie was, for once, tied neatly.
''You've got a girlfriend''
''What?''
She almost laughed at the look on his face, gormless as usual, but with more stupidity than normal.
''You're clean, you're never clean''
The lines of his tanned face contorted. Grimacing he turned away slightly, his shoulders blocking her only view of which floor they were on. Anxious to change the subject he spoke once more the handsomeness returning from the previous distaste.
''I believe you know why I am here.''
She looked at him, her dark eyes widening.
''It's time''
It seemed like a millennia before the doors opened again.
''I despise mirrors. All they do is sit there on your wall reminding you that time is running out. They mock every wrinkle and grey hair that appears, they increase every imperfection. As imperfections go though I don't have many. I only own one mirror, the smallest size, perfect for keeping up appearances, but not for pondering for hours on that smudge of make-up you cannot remove.
I despise the ants about as much as I do mirrors. They reflect back as many imperfections as mirrors do, not of my own of course, but of nature. Human nature. They run around in the dirt waiting for their next meal to be fed to them. Begging.
And it is my job to contain them.''
Leanne wasn't used to early morning starts, no matter how much it seemed to her staff that she rarely slept. So when the doorbell rang at barely 7 in the morning, she wasn't exactly up to her smartest work. Unfortunately her luck left her apparently the day before and she was faced with the one person no one wants to see in the morning, scratch that rarely ever. Her brother.
Pacing into the room he spat ''Good morning Leanne''.He never was particularly pleasant even at the best of times. He turned and closed the door. ''Shall we go to your office.'' The sentence hardly out of his mouth before he lead the way to the elevator doors.
Leanne had hardly taken any of it in before she found herself in the lift flying up the floors. Shaking her red hair out of her face, she finally had clear view to study the man next to her. His black belt was loose around his black tailored trousers, his shirt cleaner than usual and the tie was, for once, tied neatly.
''You've got a girlfriend''
''What?''
She almost laughed at the look on his face, gormless as usual, but with more stupidity than normal.
''You're clean, you're never clean''
The lines of his tanned face contorted. Grimacing he turned away slightly, his shoulders blocking her only view of which floor they were on. Anxious to change the subject he spoke once more the handsomeness returning from the previous distaste.
''I believe you know why I am here.''
She looked at him, her dark eyes widening.
''It's time''
It seemed like a millennia before the doors opened again.
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