LOST (23 Years Later)
It was a big day for the employee of the newly managed airline company, Oceanic Airlines. He was half an hour away from getting his dream job as a pilot for the Oceanic company. He was only a meeting away from getting his licence to fly passengers to and from any airport anywhere over the world. The excited man walked swiftly and quietly, trying to look as professional as possible. This was one day he didn't want to mess up. He eventually arrived at the manager's office. He knocked once and took a step back, admiring the Oceanic logo engraved into the door that separated him from his dream career. A deep yet comforting voice sounded from the room in front of him. "Come in." The man opened the door and stepped into the air conditioned and exceptionally clean room. What attracted his attention was the man standing up at the far end of the width of the room. This was the man who would decide his future and pay him a large salary over the many years. His desk seemed a very long walk away from the door, but maybe that was just the employee's nerves getting to him. When he had walked over to his boss, he put his hand out ready to shake the hand of one of the richest men in the world. The boss came out from behind his desk and shook the hand of his employee with one hand and put one hand on his shoulder. "Morning." he said. He continued to shake his employee's hand firmly, looking into his eyes. "Good morning, sir." replied the employee. His boss chuckled and returned behind his desk and sat down. "Call me Richard, or Sir Alpert if you're really that fussed." he chuckled again. The employee sat down in front of Richard Alpert. "Good morning, Richard." It was odd for him to be talking to such a man of wealth and fame so informally. "There we go see. I prefer my first name anyway." answered Alpert. He picked up a pen and grabbed a piece of paper with a impressive marbled effect to it. "Your name please?" he asked, his pen hovering over the piece of paper. The man gave his full name, watching Alpert fill in the form. He waited, waiting for his interview that would go over what training he had had and his grades. "Ah yes, I recognise that surname. Hmmm. I may of known your mother many years ago." Alpert sat back and thought deeply about where he may of recognised the name from. He stood up and walked over to a drinks cabinet, opened it and took out a bottle of MacCutcheon whisky. When he turned back around, he had a look of sadness in his eyes. He sat back down and took two glasses from the far end of the desk. While he was pouring the whisky into the two glasses he looked at the man sat across the desk to him and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I remember your mother, I just don't know how to explain." He pushed one of the glasses across the desk and had a drink from his own. "Well where do you remember my mother from?" The employee asked, confused. Alpert shook his head and replied, "Ask your mother, I can't help you understand." He looked even sadder now, his eyes had lost the excitement and glow they had moments before. The employee, still confused, took a sip of his drink and put his hand on the marbled paper in front of him. "Am I to sign this now?" he asked. "Oh yes, of cause, then I will do the rest. Don't worry about the interview or your training results, I'll get you the job you want. It's the least I can do for you now…" Alpert trailed off, looking out of the window, overlooking Los Angeles. "Thank you sir, but I want to know how you know my mother, and why you find it so hard to explain." Alpert shook his head again, "Ask your mother, she will explain more clearly." Alpert stood up and held out his hand. "Aaron Littleton, welcome to your career working for me."
