Chapter 9:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Dr. Etalio arrived at the office of Sven Lamont, esq. sometime between 7:30 pm and 8. Todd, who had been standing by the window and waiting, rushed him into Lamont’s office after he left the elevator. “He’s in here sir, I hope you can help him. He’s been out cold for a few hours now.” Pleaded Todd. The doctor said nothing and just made his way into the office. Sharon was sitting next to Sven with her legs crossed and her arm around his chair, hand hanging a bit off the top of the chair near his head. When she saw the doctor she sprang from her place and excitedly started to babble out everything that had happened since she had returned from getting his tea in the early part of the afternoon. The Doctor asked her how long Mr. Lamont had been like this, and she stopped babbling and began to answer only his questions affirmatively. The Doctor sat his bag up on the table where Lamont would present or be presented the case at hand by his clients. After opening it, he pulled from it a small bottle and then a cloth that looked like a gentleman’s handkerchief. In quickly opening the bottle, dumping the contents on the cloth and then using it to cover Mr. Lamont’s mouth and nose, he woke Mr. Lamont almost simultaneously. 
Sven Lamont moved his head back and forth and opened and closed his eyes a bit. He noticed Sharon, his secretary of a few years and Dr. Etalio, the man who had just woken him up, whose care he had been under for many years, both sat in his office, but the third occupant he could not place. Moving his hands up and down his sides, he asked some questions. “What happened to Smith? Did that bastard tie me up and drug me?” Sharon got up and moved towards Lamont, standing in front of him with her hands clasped. “When I came in the office sir, you were tied up and out cold. If it wasn’t him, I guess it had to be someone who came in after him? Do you remember your meeting sir? Do you remember it ending?” After Sharon was done, she walked over to where the water pitcher was and poured a glass for her boss. She brought it to him and he held it in both his hands, sipping at it, as if he was just remembering how to taste again. “I can’t remember a thing about that man, Ms. Cake---Not a thing.” 
Sharon just watched her boss weave his way out of a general state of bewilderment. Todd Rundgren, however, had sat there drawing suspicion from the other male parties in the room. He stood up and introduced himself. “Hello, Mr. Lamont, Mr. Etalio…Ey-tay-lee-oh…did I say that right? My name is Todd Rundgren, and up until a little while ago, I was working for Random House up the block, shoved in a cubicle and editing shitty manuscripts all day.” Todd was smiling, as if he was completely oblivious to the context in which he was speaking. Mr. Lamont, the oldest person in the room, stood up out of his chair and leaned back as far as he could---as if he was moving under a limbo bar. With his hands positioned behind his back he pushed his whole lower torso out a bit. The whol while he was doing this, he croaked out a reply to Todd, with all the sounds that might come with a man who is slightly out of shape, moving in such a way. “So, Mr. Rundgren, you say that up until a little while ago you were something of an editor at Random, and while that is of course, quite commendable, what I am wondering, and it might be on other minds in the room as well…that is, why are you in my office? More to the point, how long have you been in my office? Did you come with Mr. Smith? Are you affiliated with him in any way?” Todd, still smiling, answered. “No sir, I am not in any way affiliated with Mr. Smith.” Lamont cut him off, as he was standing back up straight as if to regain his predominance in the room through both career success, age, and demeanor. “Then you are a friend of Ms. Cake? Ms. Cake, have I not spoken to you about un-professional acquaintances visiting you here at the office?” Both Sharon and Todd jumped to answer Mr. Lamont’s inquiry, and Todd, being the gentleman, silenced himself so that Sharon could speak. 
“Mr. Lamont, this man followed me back to the office. I am not sure of his intentions, however, when I got here, he followed right up to your office…not sure how he did that either. He must have asked the door man or something. Anyway, when he came here he didn’t threaten me at all, he only said that he was here to warn me of something.” Lamont adjusted his tie and then looked up at the clock on the wall, it read 8:35pm. Smiling, he looked at the occupants of his office and took his tie off, pulling his shirt that had been tucked out of his pants. After unbuttoning a few buttons of his button-up, he spoke. “No need for those accessories anymore, the office is closed. Doctor, there is no further need of your assistance.” Mr. Lamont walked over and shook the doctor’s hand. The two spoke each other’s first names and nodded, like politicians leaving some kind of important dinner. Dr. Etalio made his way out of the office and Lamont closed the door to the office, leaving himself, Ms. Cake and Mr. Rundgren. 
“Miss Cake, you say this man had come to warn you of something?” As Mr. Lamont spoke she nodded, “Yes sir, that is what he told me when he showed up here.” Sharon replied. Mr. Lamont then turned to Todd and asked the obvious question, point blank. “So, Mr. Todd Rudgren, is it?” Todd didn’t make the move to correct Mr. Lamont in pronouncing and possibly spelling his name wrong. He stood there for a few seconds, because he knew Lamont was going to continue and did not want to cut him off. “Mr. Todd, why are you here? Why are you in my office now? Why did you follow my secretary back here, only to assist in my recovery? State your purpose man! State your purpose!” With that, Todd smiled, “Mr. Lamont, I have been sent by a silent party to protect Ms. Cake from impending danger. That is, if she doesn’t feel right coming with me to a safer place.” With that, Mr. Lamont said nothing. He simply walked over to the pitcher of water that now was almost empty and poured himself what was left. With his back to Todd and Sharon, he drank all the water in the glass and then placed it back on the counter. 
“Miss Cake, what do you think about this proposal? You act as if you have no idea who this man is or why he has come to do what he has said he wants to do. Are you yourself telling the truth? What exactly are you in danger of?” As Lamont put Sharon under the third degree, she began to speak, but Todd did cut her off this time, apologizing as he went. “I’m sorry, Miss Cake, sorry to cut you off, but I think it is more appropriate that I answer this. Mr. Lamont, I work for a man named Ambrose Woodwork. He sent me to find Miss Cake and to alert her that she is in grave danger, to ask her if she would come to see him, and if possible, if it I in fact the lady’s wish, to keep her under my care until this whole thing blows over.”
“Ambrose sent you here? That fuck. Why is he still trying to be part of my life?” Sharon belligerently spouted off and Lamont sat down in his own chair, the most comfortable of those surrounding the table. There was a look on his face now as if much of the pressure had been taken away. The fact that Gerald Smith or someone working with him had come in and tied him, drugging him and knocking him out, no longer bothered him as much now that this stranger in his room had revealed that he had no connection to what had just occurred, also, it was obvious that the nature of this man’s visit had only to do with Ms. Cake, and that too gave Lamont a better feeling. This feeling was a bit selfish, as she had worked for him for quite a few years, but it was a feeling nonetheless. 
Todd looked back to Mr. Lamont. Mr. Lamont was now getting up and moving to his desk. “Miss Cake, whatever it is that you need to be doing to resolve this situation with Mr. Todd here, please do so. Office hours are over anyway, I need to attend to these new frustrations of my own.” Sharon looked bewildered. “But Mr. Lamont, just a few moments ago we came in here and found you tied up and out cold. Don’t you want to get some security on you or I don’t know, maybe you should go down to the precinct and fill out a report or something?” Mr. Lamont began to chuckle. “Miss Cake, ‘the precinct?’ Have you been watching too many cop shows or something? No, no, I will be fine. I just want to check around this place and lock up before I go home.” Sharon had nothing else she could say to her boss now, especially that her own frustrations were increasing. She felt bad that Lamont didn’t seem to care much at all about what this stranger was doing in his office. He could have said anything to answer the few questions that Lamont had asked him, and now he was trying to brush her and Todd both out of the office as quickly as possible. 
“Well, Mr. Lamont, I don’t mean to be stepping out of line. Certainly, you are my boss and all---still, as far as my own safety is concerned, I would like to get a member of the building security or someone, to escort me home. Surely, this man, this ‘Todd Rundgren,’ seems to be harmless at the moment, but what the fuck does that mean? Please pardon my French. My point is sir, he could be lying. He could still be a threat to me, if not you.” Lamont took out his cell phone. “I will get some folks up here to lead you out, if you want to continue to converse with this gentleman, then it is your call. If you want the folks to get you home without him, it is your call as well. I have no time to get anyone else involved tonight, Ms. Cake, I’m tired and sick of this place. I want to get out of here. Harry’s back tomorrow and you know how it is when he is here.”
Harry Frankel, Sven Lamont’s partner, had been away on vacation for a couple of weeks. Not only did it annoy Lamont that Frankel had taken his vacation so early in the year, but it made him jealous, for as it was, Lamont couldn’t get away from the work if he wanted to. He had too many clients and cases on his back, and now this bullshit that had happened most recently would only add another line of stresses and responsibilities on his back. It made him want to spit. It made him think about this old saying that his mother used to tell others when the whole family was somewhere in public and one of her friend’s would ask her how her own job was going. She would say that she would complain, if she thought someone would listen. When Sven Lamont placed his cell phone back in his pocket, he sighed deeply. This old sentiment of his mother’s was the only thing that made sense. These two in his room that just wouldn’t leave, they symbolized to him everything that he found problematic with life---more things he needed to understand to get by, to get through another day. Ugh.
Sharon Cake and Todd Rundgren were led/taken out of the office and down to the lobby by the “folks” who took care of things at the Padderting building. Sharon herself was a bit offended. She couldn’t believe that after all that she had done for Lamont, that he so quickly sweeped her up and dumped her in the lobby.  It was obvious to her that more was going on than he had been letting on to, after all, the fact still remained that someone had broken (or walked in) his office, knocked him out and then tied him up. All this had happened for some reason. As she was being “helped” out into the lobby on the main floor, the security gentleman told her as well as Todd that they could stay in the lobby if they wanted, but they were not to try and return to Mr. Lamont’s office. When Sharon told them that she better be able to get in there in the next coming morning, because she had to work, the gentlemen only replied “we’ll see.” Sharon, not known by her closest friends for her patience and tenderness, spouted off at the security gentlemen about how they weren’t going to keep her from doing her own job, and how they had no right to be doing what they were doing. Todd had already found a nice place to rest in a very comfortable deep leather chair that was sitting next to the little waterfall that had been running during day.  Had it been regular business hours, he felt it probably be pretty interesting to watch. More interesting was Sharon’s performance, which he didn’t pay much attention to visually, as he was watching those outside the large wall-windows begin their evening on the town, however, he could not avoid the noise that she was making. 
Sharon finally gave up on her go-nowhere plea to the guards, walked over and sat down near Todd. From her wrist she took a scrunchy and pulled back her hair, moving her head in the way one does when they think that they have a “crick”---swaying all the way around and then from side to side. After her whole procedure she looked at Todd. “So, Ambrose sent you. Good ol’ Mister Two-timer. Why exactly did he ask you to stalk me for the better part of today again? Can you please enlighten me?” Todd crossed his legs, placing one hand on the knee of the crossed over leg. He moved his head from side to side and then looked straight at Miss Cake. “Mr. Woodwork if trying to protect you from someone, or something which he believes is going to try to kill you.” Sharon was confused and angry. Her face changed its expression from only a moment ago, when she was just angry. “Excuse me? Someone is trying to kill me? Why? More to the point, why does Ambrose know, and why would he go to such great lengths to protect me. I can get by on my own just fine, I don’t need his two-timing ass coming back into my life, thank you very much.” Before Todd could answer, Sharon went into a big tirade about their history. She wanted to convince him that Ambrose was a two-timing cocksucker, as she put it. 


Submitted: February 03, 2011

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