The following afternoon, Sandra arrived at the building, a high rise glass affair in an upmarket part of town. She’d made the appointment to see Charles after she’d done an internet search to find out whether he really did have money as he’d claimed. Turned out he’d inherited land and money, but was also a wealthy entrepreneur in his own right.
She didn’t have to wait long in reception; minutes after Charles had been advised of her arrival he walked out of his office with his coat on his arm, giving some brief instructions to the PA as they left. They got into a big, shiny, expensive looking black car which pulled up outside the front of the building, and Charles told the driver to take them to the estate.
They soon left the city behind, and were cruising through the countryside. Throughout the journey, Charles sat reading and typing on a laptop. He didn’t talk with Sandra the entire time, didn’t even glance at her – not even once. The sun was setting when he finally folded his laptop shut and turned towards her.
“Sorry that took so long, I didn’t mean to be rude; urgent business.” he said, smiling.
“Ok. Now, how much are you paying me and what for?”
“Ah, straight to business – great! I’ll pay you your yearly salary up front, for starters. I need you to perfect a nested ritual – purification, scrying, bonding, ingress, and palingenesis.”
“Palingenesis? For what?”
“So we manifest in the Shrouded City.”