I wrote this a while ago but I only just got around to writing it up x Please read and review xx
The first time J. Jenks met his Priority Client he'd been in the business for not that long a time but he was already being considered as a candidate to take over for his elderly and retiring boss, Mr Edwards. He was quick, thorough, efficient and knew how to keep his mouth shut. That was good for any kind of forger, never mind one working in forging important identifying documents.
He was slowly taken into the office by a shaken assistant where his boss was sitting. The assistant left immediately after.
"Do you know why you're here?"
Jenks had to honestly confess he didn't.
"To meet Client One. Client One is the most important client of all and if you please his standards you will be extremely well-paid. It is only on his say do I can promote anyone to a position of power leading to dealing with Client One." His boss didn't even seen distressed admitting this - he was far too used to going against his usual habits when it came to Client One. Even those working against the law couldn't brave Client One - even those working with the KGB couldn't deal with Client One on a good day, never mind a bad one. To be fair, even he'd never seen Client One on a truly bad day - he only sometimes caught a hint of the terrible anger that lurked behind his eyes, behind the malice.
Jenks gulped slowly. "When will he be here?"
"That's one of the many quirks about Client One." He'd gotten permission to talk about this - after all if he hadn't he wouldn't have mentioned it. You didn't go against the wishes of Client One. "He rarely tells you when he is going to arrive, merely that he's going to at some point that day. He always asks for documents for the same number of people with the same first names and descriptions and has done so for the last thirty years."
Jenks opened his mouth to speak but was abruptly cut off.
"He doesn't change - not once in thirty years have I seen him age. Neither did my predecessor."
There was a buzz on the intercom as the boss's secretary spoke. "A Mr. Hale has just arrived."
Mr Edwards paled slightly and shivered just once. "Send him up immediately ." He turned to Jenks. "Hale is one of the names he uses frequently, as well as Cullen and Whitlock."
A cold chill entered the room as a man Jenks presumed was Client One stood in the doorway. He was beautiful, pale and blonde - in a way that Jenks considered nearly inhuman. In fact, his mere presence seemed to exude a strange kind if dark aura, hanging oppressively over the occupants of the room, filling them with dread. Jenks could feel his fear rising within mere seconds of being in the same room as him.
"Mr. Jasper."
Client One gave no response to the greeting, mostly continuing to observe Jenks like he was something to eat. "One of your hopefuls?"
"Yes sir." Mr Edwards shivered yet again as the dark aura flexed, retracting and expanding again, each contracting filling Jenks and Edwards alike with more and more with terror.
"Let's hope this one is better than the last." He gave a dark smile, his teeth sharp and gleaming in the darkened room. Client One - Jasper - gave off a further aura of malice and his eyes shone feverishly in the dark.
"Please sit Mr Jasper."
Again, Mr Edwards was ignored.
"I don't care where you graduated from," Client One started, fixing a frenzied gaze upon Jenks'. "I don't care how smart you are, how old you are, how long you've been working here for. You are here because you can do a passable job. What I want to know is can you keep quiet?"
Jenks spoke quietly, the fear spiking suddenly. "As silent as the grave." He already regretted his choice of words.
Client One gave that terrible smile. "We'll see."
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Two weeks later Jenks was promoted. None of the other candidates envied him.