Wednesday WIPpet and Mid-Week ROW80 Check-in
Today is April 10th. What? You already knew that? Well, aren’t you just the smartest bear in the woods. Okay, just kidding, relax. Today, for the 10th, I give you 10 paragraphs from Crossing Paths. We’ve already met Ethan, got a glimpse of Ethan’s boss, last week we met Rainie, and today we get a peek at her boss. Again, huge disclaimer, this is extremely First Draftish here. That means I may have some things that I need to change or correct along the way. Like “the Company“. It’s a filler. Just go with it. 😉
It had been probably a good couple of months, if not more, since Rainie had logged into the Company’s website. She found it surprising they hadn’t deleted her password, or at least forced her to create a new one. As soon as she logged in, her message icon flared red. One hundred thirty seven unread messages. Seventeen of them flagged as critical. She chewed the inside of her cheek. Decisions, decisions.
Junk mail didn’t exist in the Company’s world. That meant one hundred twenty legitimate messages, probably from contacts wanting to know if she was dead. The seventeen critical messages all stemmed from one source. She didn’t even have to look at them to know. It would be the same person who had left her twice as many voice-mails and texts.
The laptop beeped and the IM flashed, then scrolled up in the lower right corner of the screen. Of course, he would have been monitoring the system and knew immediately when she logged in.
‘Welcome back. My office. Eleven-thirty.’
Rainie glowered at it, and typed, ‘Can’t make it. Sick. Sorry.’ Her finger hovered over the enter button for a second before she pressed it.
Her cell rang — Darth Vader’s theme from Star Wars. After the third repeat, the IM blinked on her monitor. ‘Pick up.’
“I told you, I quit,” she said into the phone by way of greeting.
“We discussed this.” The voice that came back slid through the airwaves like threads of silk: Smooth, rich, and strong enough to strangle someone with. It sent every one of Rainie’s nerves jangling in a confused tangle of emotions. “Why did you log on?”
This isn’t really his theme song, but it somehow fits his and Rainie’s relationship.
On to my ROW80 update — going good. Writing every day, anywhere between 1000 and 2000 words, not always on the same WIP. But I’m making progress on all of them. That’s a good thing.