dr_mabeuse
seduce the mind
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- Oct 10, 2002
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This was crazy. He’d been waiting there now for almost forty minutes, the gun in his backpack, waiting to kill Havemeyer. What kind of asshole waits for forty minutes in a waiting room to kill someone simply because the man’s secretary says he’s busy? He should just go in there and blast the son of a bitch and be done with it.
It was a nice waiting room. Big, modern, with expensive furnitue, expensive magazines, and an expensive receptionist who looked at him out of the corner of her eye every so often, waiting for him to get tired and leave. But he wouldn’t leave. He watched her as she went about her business, taking phone calls, doing some filing, working on her computer. It was just the two of them, and Havemeyer, somewhere behind that door.
Finally he couldn’t wait any longer. He got up and approached her, and she smiled condescendingly at him, as if she knew she were dealing with a mental defective.
“Could you try him once more?” he asked. "It’s almost five.”
The smile was frozen on her face as she said, “Certainly, Mr Jones.” She put the phone to her ear and pressed a button. She never stopped smiling. The seconds passed.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Jones, but he must have left for the day.”
“Left? What do you mean left?”
“I mean, he’s gone home.” she explained patiently.
Suddenly he bolted past her desk and pulled open the door into the private office. “Mr Jones!” she called in shock.
It was true. he could see immediately that the place was empty, the lights off. She’d known too, and left him sitting there like an idiot. She'd known all along.
“Mr Jones! Mr Jones! You’re not allowed in there! That’s Mr Havemeyer’s…”
She stopped as she saw the gun in his hand. It was worth it just to see that smile leave her face
"Then it's going to have to be you!" he said. "Turn around!"
"Mr Jones! Just calm down now..."
"Shut up and do as I say!" He spun her around, took her wrists, and with rope from the backpack, tied her wrists together behind her back. He was sick from being played for a fool, and his anger came out in his voice. "You try one fucking thing and I'll take your head right off!"
"All right! All right!" she stammered. "Don't! Just don't!"
"Where's your coat?" he asked her. She nodded at the built-in closet. He grabbed her coat and threw it over her shoulders, picked up hjis pack and grabbed her arm.
It was a miracle that he got her down in the elevator and out to the car with no one seeing her.
Not a soul.
It was a nice waiting room. Big, modern, with expensive furnitue, expensive magazines, and an expensive receptionist who looked at him out of the corner of her eye every so often, waiting for him to get tired and leave. But he wouldn’t leave. He watched her as she went about her business, taking phone calls, doing some filing, working on her computer. It was just the two of them, and Havemeyer, somewhere behind that door.
Finally he couldn’t wait any longer. He got up and approached her, and she smiled condescendingly at him, as if she knew she were dealing with a mental defective.
“Could you try him once more?” he asked. "It’s almost five.”
The smile was frozen on her face as she said, “Certainly, Mr Jones.” She put the phone to her ear and pressed a button. She never stopped smiling. The seconds passed.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Jones, but he must have left for the day.”
“Left? What do you mean left?”
“I mean, he’s gone home.” she explained patiently.
Suddenly he bolted past her desk and pulled open the door into the private office. “Mr Jones!” she called in shock.
It was true. he could see immediately that the place was empty, the lights off. She’d known too, and left him sitting there like an idiot. She'd known all along.
“Mr Jones! Mr Jones! You’re not allowed in there! That’s Mr Havemeyer’s…”
She stopped as she saw the gun in his hand. It was worth it just to see that smile leave her face
"Then it's going to have to be you!" he said. "Turn around!"
"Mr Jones! Just calm down now..."
"Shut up and do as I say!" He spun her around, took her wrists, and with rope from the backpack, tied her wrists together behind her back. He was sick from being played for a fool, and his anger came out in his voice. "You try one fucking thing and I'll take your head right off!"
"All right! All right!" she stammered. "Don't! Just don't!"
"Where's your coat?" he asked her. She nodded at the built-in closet. He grabbed her coat and threw it over her shoulders, picked up hjis pack and grabbed her arm.
It was a miracle that he got her down in the elevator and out to the car with no one seeing her.
Not a soul.