Tales of Great Fortune XXXI - A tale of Greek prophecies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Great Trenlin is sure to achieve success in the world of fortune telling by connecting his business to the culture and vibe of the ancient Greek prophecies and oracles.

Submitted: August 21, 2016

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"May I say you are looking quite greeky today, sir?"

"Well thank you, Porric. You look rather acceptable yourself as well," the Great Trenlin sincerely returned the compliment, "And I must say, that online course on ancient fortune telling you took was an extremely good idea."
"Actually it was more of a blog post, sir."
"Nonsense, Porric! Don't underplay the value of your training and education! It was a decent, self-paced online training course that was full of valuable information and course materials."
"It certainly was well-written, sir!"
"Well, there you are, Porric, ever seen a mere blog post that was well written? It was an online course, and that is the end of the discussion."
 
The Great Trenlin tried to lift his ancient greek toga as he descended the few stairs that linked the conference room with the reception. He knew intuitively that not lifting your toga could make your descend a bit more swift and a bit more head-first than most people preferred. Indeed, as a good fortune teller, the Great Trenlin only needed a few slips from the stairs before performing a full root-cause analysis to ensure that his body would not be bruised, apart from the few marks on his chin that he had already suffered.
 
When he stood in the middle of the reception, he could vaguely hear the struggles of his underling who despite the online course, had proven himself to be an incredibly efficient toga-tripper. The current count was at thirteen, and the Great Trenlin foresaw some additional occurences before lunch.
 
With great pride, he looked at the decorations that gave the reception an ancient Greek atmosphere and tasted the sweet scent of success that was spreading throughout the room. As he had always known, the sunpointing sessions had proven to be an indispensable success story for the company. The compensation that had to be paid by the customers for falling from and with his balcony had been sufficient to hire one of the most expensive Greek interior architects in the world. Surely, this back-to-the-roots approach would establish the Great Trenlin as the great star in the business of fortune telling.
 
In the corner of the reception, he could see the interior architect trying to fix the nose of the statue that he had accidentally dropped in an uncharacteristically unprofessional manoeuvre. The Great Trenlin considered it only polite to reassure the man of the futility of the incident, as well as to compliment him on his work.
 
"Testikles, my good friend!" 
 
The startled architect threw the head of the statue straight into the wall. A distinct cracking sound was audible.
 
"I am sorry for startling you," the Great Trenlin said, frowning at the damage done by such capable hands, "I guess I do not always realize that not everyone has the foresight of a fortune teller."
 
"No problem at all, sir," the architect replied while checking his pulse, "concentration is a key asset in my trade. These things can happen.They can happen indeed. What do you think of the nice ancient crack I designed into your wall?"
 
Impressed, the Great Trenlin looked at the gap that had appeared, a bit above the current position of the head of the statue. He could clearly see the added benefit and knew the customers would love it.
 
"Thank you very much, my friend," he answered, "Allthough I hope that this modification is a bit less expensive than the missing step you designed in my ancient-looking staircase and the big ancient hole where used to be the window of my front door."
"O, certainly, sir. Will you go for the reduction that you get from cash payment or do you prefer an invoice like the ordinary people usually do?"
 
Soon after receiving his cash payment, the architect left, which gave the Great Trenlin the opportunity to delight in the appearance of his new reception. 
 
"Certainly, Porric, I can already see the customers streaming in."
"Probably they will, sir."
"Probably??? Porric? What on earth made you into such a cynical pessimist? If this does not--"
"Sir?" Porric impolitely interrupted the Great Trenlin while pointing at the beautifully designed ancient crack in his wall, "Is there supposed to be a marble nose in there?"
 


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