The Keepers by 1PUNK1

just for the sake of her
job.
    “ What’d you
mean what’s wrong with me. Nothing can be wrong with me. Asking
questions like…I don’t know. You miss me?”
    No. I
don’t , s he said honestly and I am relieved I am seeing your egotistic face
fewer these days. But he was the boss,
still, and you had to say anything to please the boss.
So:
    “ Yes, I miss
you Rikki. I haven’t heard from you since the trial and it’s eating
me inside. When will I see you again? No, don’t tell me this
afternoon at the meeting. I mean. Since the trial. When will I see
you Rikki?”
    She tried to express some false emotion. Only if they
could get her closer to him .
    “ You’s
sounding like a puppy. Grow some balls. With us t’was just a
passing thing. Thought we agreed about it. So don’t go caring too
much.”
    Believe me, I
don’t , s he said to herself. I just want the benefits. She thought about, next time, defecting the condom and
letting him impregnate her so she could sue. I wouldn’t let him that easily as that bitch of
his.
    “ Okay, then,
see you at the meeting.”
    She waited for his reply, but
he just dropped the phone.
    He smoked his ‘lines’. Took a
shower. Smoked some more of cocaine and at one o’clock he left for
the record label.
    The day was
cloudy, however, the clouds saturated the entire sky but left only
a most appropriate space that showed the afternoon sun, which made
the nearest surrounding cloud s glitter and
shine golden and this golden light went on from the sky on the road
and the grass at the sides of the road, as well as the distant
mountains which on them, the goldenness took on a hue of purple.
The traffic was not much and it decreased much more, on this Sunday
afternoon, as Rikki entered the road which terminated at the Galactic Studios building. As he drove closer to
the building, questions started pouring in his mind.
    Why on a Sunday, when half the
staff is off?
    What could it be that is so
urgent?
    Will the president be there?
Did I f**k up? Is it about the trail?
    Yes, these people were the only
ones who could even come close to scaring him. Just close.
    Whatever, I
have made them more money than any of their other pathetic artists.
They aren’t gonna do anything they might regret. They need
me , h e consolingly
thought.
    His car came
closer to the gate, and the security guard, having
recognized his car and confirming the identity of the driver, he waved his
hand, slid the large steel sliding gate open and closed it after
the car had passed inside. He parked, went straight to the sliding
glass doors which opened automatically and entered the reception
area, past it and the receptionist who tried to speak but thought
otherwise and went to the bathroom behind the reception area to the
left. Inside, he felt for the packet in the right pocket of his
pants, took it out and commenced making cocaine lines on the sink,
rolled a bank note into a straw and inhaled two lines . He
did not even check the bathroom stall for occupancy. He looked up into the mirror and checked for ‘tell-tales’ on
his nose and mouth. He looked again to check his apparel. He was
wearing his usual style. Bright green shirt reaching far below to
his thighs. Short denim pants ending at his knees and high white
socks and sneakers of green and yellow. As well as flat cap. He
looked at his face, and knew, even though bright in clothing, he
was dull and sluggish. A dirty looking face, even though he had
basically scrubbed himself that morning. He took out his sunglasses
from the left pocket of his pants and hid behind them.
    “ They are
waiting for you in the president’s office,” the receptionist said
as he walked out to the reception area after leaving the
bathroom.
    So, the
president is here as
well.
    “ I would
escort you, Mr. Rikki, but I am a bit kept right now. I believe you
won’t get lost.”
    He ignored her and went to the
elevator and to the top-most floor of the building.
    On seventh
floor, there were