27 October 2012
McKenzie and Co was the largest building on Parlor Ave. Gleaming, even in the rain, it towered over all the other buildings. Everyone knew where McKenzies was, but not many people knew exactly what McKenzie & Co did. Emma had been there for three years, starting at the bottom rung of an admin ladder, and had managed to work her way up to one of the more senior posts.
McKenzie's dealt with people. People who wanted people to work for them. Their clientele ranged from small businesses to wealthy individuals. If you wanted a Personal Assistant to organise your high flying life, or an accountant to do your coffee shop tax returns, McKenzie was the place to go. Doug Mckenzie had inherited the company from his father, and seen it expand to staggering heights, that not even he had envisioned. Doug, now in his seventies, sat behind his polished oak desk, head in hands, wondering what he was going to do. He needed an heir to the company throne- he had no one. His last medical was less than impressive. High blood pressure, high cholesterol, hell, they should just pack him in a coffin and ship him out now. That along with the phone call he had just received had done nothing for his mood. His thoughts drifted to Eve, his wife who would be waiting for him at home. Well, first he had to get this little bit of business sorted, and then he could head home for a weekend away from the office.
Dreams Chapter 3 • Opuss № I