Best Laid Plans: #BMWW response
This is another segment to the Weathered series I have been working on forever. You can read more here. This piece follows Heartsong.
“Eeny, meeny, miney, moe. Who’s the sneakiest chick you know?” The raspy female voice boomed through the speaker.
“Several come to mind actually. Lucky for you, I recognize your voice.” This was one of those moments where Bill was thankful they were not face to face. He was quite positive that Regina would not appreciate the sneer of contempt his face seemed to crinkle into every time she spoke these days.
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” She paused briefly for dramatic effect. “I did it. I’m in. We can now proceed with Plan B. Operation Ruin Anthony Blake is in full effect.” He shut the speaker off quickly before anyone else in the office could overhear. His eyes darted around the cream colored room, wishing he had shut the door to his office when he had returned for lunch. Since word of the loan officer’s liaisons with Blair had become public knowledge, he had to be very careful. Her father had many eyes about the firm, and one small misstep could ruin everything. Noting that nothing seemed amiss, he placed the receiver to his ear, catching her mid-sentence.
“Wait. Back up. I missed the part after your derisive laughter.”
“Stop being a paranoid asshole and start listening to me before you really have a reason to be paranoid. Your career isn’t on the line, yet.”
“This from someone with no career who can’t even get her artwork displayed anywhere. Look…”
“Just shut up! Did you get the patents cleared?”
“Yes. I got the meeting scheduled also. We meet with the city board in a week.”
“Good. Just do as you’re told and everything will be just fine. I don’t think you need to be reminded…”
“I don’t need a reminder of anything. I think you may need one though. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be able to do half the things you are doing. You need me more than I need you. Don’t forget it. When it comes down to breaking day, I’m going to deny everything, and I have more credibility than you do. Remember that. You are not to destroy Blair in the process. That isn’t necessary.”
“You just leave that decision up to me. You seem to forget that I’m the one who has been wronged here. That it was me who was abandoned; me, whose art was stolen just so someone else could get a leg up; me, who has been denied her birthright. And I intend to get it one way or the other. Stop thinking with your pants and you would see that. I’ll have everything ready next week. Let me know if the schedule changes. Make sure you keep Anthony busy so he is at the right places at the right time.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll play my role. Just worry about yourself and what Blair and her father will do when they find out.”
“Pshaw. Whatever.” The click came through as loudly as if she had slammed the receiver down. Bill was relieved to end the conversation. He kept the still warmed receiver to his ear and hit speed dial on his phone.
“Hi. Everything’s a go. It looks good for the meeting next week. I’ll bring you the files tomorrow.”
This is written in response to Bloggy Mom’s Writer’s Workshop prompt #1: “Use the first line of a nursery rhyme (Take your pick!) to start a story.”
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