You glided in, in
your emerald studded golden glass slippers. The swishing of the grass gown's
train; a deliberate attempt at distraction.
"Too
much green." grumbled one the members seated on the semi circular table. Untrained eyes often mistook its multi coloured embellishment for a rainbow.
"Energetic,
not our trait." the wee woman in a nasal snarl.
The wizened, hated
head chuckled happily, gathering ominous stares from the
others. He ignored them as was wont to, thrilled at the prospect of a
female assistant. He had tired of the bushy eyebrows and matching beards that
tortured his daily vision.
"Oh my!
Exquisite shoes!" the secretary with her hand on her heart.
You leaned closer and mouthed in her ear, "Like them? My boyfriend's gift for St.George's day." .
"English!! Ya
codding me? Wind your neck in, Colleen." the older woman cautioned.
You laughed
happily, throwing back your blonde hair, and showing off your perfect square gold teeth.
You moved to where
the impatient trio waited, pulled out a chair, and passed your green leather
across the table.
Pale hands went
through the embellished cards neatly stacked in chronological order.
Accompanied by sighs and eyebrows lifted in disbelief, it was passed on to the older
man .
He winked at you;
you winked back with a conspiratorial smile.
"Impressive accomplishments, a talented family indeed." he added with a smug look.
"That would
have been my great-great-great grandfather. Tricking him to touch his favourite
daughter was so devious."
The snarl turned
into a smirk.
"Explain
Julius Caesar." the soon to be single man.
"That would
have been the sister, talented duo. As Cleopatra's bosom friend, she taught her
all the womanly viles."
"Who is Silas
Marner?"
"Oh...that
would be my morai...can I tell a secret?"
Wizened eyes
sparkled, "She never told us."
You looked at your uncle with a warningly, "She was in love with him, Espie foiled her
plans."
"Dubai
shopping festival?
"That would be
Patrick, he loves his gold even the black one."
"What do you
bring on board?"
"The Federal
Reserve vaults. Three bars for every three plus three we give them."
A few minutes of
hushed conversation,
"Let's inform
the President of our newest portfolio manag..."
The secretary
interrupted with an "It’s Lucifer on line..."
"Tell him, the
'Leprechaun Gold Inc' are greed investors not soul collectors."
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