He looked over at Francis and Mr Black and realized just how alike they both looked. It was like a Gandalf convention. Now his mind really was playing tricks. He started picking at the food tray idly, drained his coffee, and was contemplating another one.
Charley rose to her feet taking his cup. She read him well.
A small lizard appeared to crawl out of Francis’s pocket and slip up his leg and onto the table, only to disappear under the tray.
This morning just keeps getting better, Calvin thought to himself, still trying to get over the images from the H*tler conversation.
“I wish to make you an offer to buy out your company” said Charley’s father matter-of-factly - plain as day - “I’ve come into a little money of late and would like to diversify.”
A little money? Calvin thought to himself. This guy was a joker. Not a bad chemist, with some far-reaching ideas that had proved to be invaluable, but now it seemed he had lost all sense of reality. There had been some talk of dementia …
“Mr Black - there are some portfolios that become available at the next general meeting - shareholders keep it in the family as such - but I am in no mind to part with any of mine. I thank you for your offer.”
He hesitated and then said - “and now if you will excuse me I really have to go … Lab 3 is running some controls I have to oversee …”
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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