Here I was again, staring at my headstone for the second time this week. I couldn't explain what was drawing me back to this place, but I'd just continue to come until I figured it out. Today wasn't as cold as the other day and I was grateful for that. My blonde and red hair swirled in the wind and I tucked pieces behind my ear with a sigh. I somewhat missed my just blonde hair from those years, it was more simple than my hair now. The random streaks of red did not help me at all with getting by unnoticed. Though really, I could not blame Scotland for my hair color more myself for choosing to become Nova Scotia instead of Ontario or Quebec. Speaking of the British Isles I remember the first time I met England. It was a few days after I had met Alfred and Matthew for the first time. That was an interesting day.
"Oi Payzant, I have an assignment for you! Get in here!" My boss yelled. I jumped nearly messing myself up typing and sighed standing from my chair. It had been a few days since my encounter with Mr. Jones and Williams and I had thankfully not seen them since. They had been distracting me recently though.
"Yes sir? What can I do for you?" I questioned standing in front of my boss's desk. He was a big man with a thick beard and thinning hair.
"I need you to figure out what is going on these days with the mafia and why they have never come our way. This means you need to go back to that government place you were at the other day and interview some people. I've already set some appointments up for you." He said shoving a folder into my arms. I clutched onto it and looked up waiting for any other orders. "That's it now go!" He yelled. I jumped and mumbled a "yes sir" before dashing out of the office. I set the file down on my desk with a sigh and grabbed my coat. Today was going to be a long day.
After a couple hours of pointless interviews I came upon two names I already knew. Matthew Williams and Alfred F. Jones, the two men I had met the other day. I sighed knowing these might help me write the story I needed and walked to where they said they would meet me. A conference room not far off from where I already was.
"This will be interesting." I muttered turning to walk down the hallway. I was almost to the conference room when not surprisingly I ran into someone. Or more specifically someone ran into me.
"Gah! Bloody hell, watch where you're- oh! Miss! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." The British accent rang through my ears and I looked up to see a man with short shaggy blonde hair and bright emerald eyes. He, like both Mr. Jones and Mr. Williams, had an air of importance around him.
"Oh no, it's fine, I should've watched where I was going." I said picking up my papers and handing the man his when they strayed into my pile.
"Where are you headed Miss? If you are in need of directions I'd be more than willing to help you." The man asked smiling politely.
"Oh, just the conference room over there. So I will have to decline any offers of help." I responded pointing to the door. The man nodded smiling still.
"That's where I was heading as well now that I think about it." The man said. I blinked startled and looked down at my paper with the names of people I had to interview.
"Ah, are you?" I questioned. There wasn't anyone else I was scheduled to interview today after Mr. Jones and Mr. Williams. The man nodded and then his eyes widened.
"Oh, I've forgotten my manors. My name is Arthur Kirkland Miss?" He paused waiting for my name and I blinked startled out of my thoughts.
"I'm Sandra Payzant; it's nice to meet you Mr. Kirkland." I said taking the hand he offered.
"Well, it's good to see some people still have some manors in this blasted country." Mr. Kirkland muttered. I looked at him confused as to what he had against my country. I knew we had been late in going over to Europe in the Great War, but to call us rude is a littleā¦. Odd. I was about to call him out on it when a voice interrupted us.
"Hey Miss Payzant! What are you doing here?" The voice hollered. We looked over in the direction of the voice to see Mr. Jones standing there by the door to the conference room.
"I'm here to interview you for a news article." I responded putting the papers I had scattered away and pulled out a pencil and more paper. Mr. Jones and Mr. Kirkland seemed surprised by the fact I was interviewing Mr. Jones and not a man.
"Really? Wow, that's amazing Miss Payzant!" Mr. Jones exclaimed grinning from ear to ear. His air of importance swelled while Mr. Kirkland still seemed surprised.
"Thank you very much r. Jones, now could we start the interview in the conference room? I can't be late getting the back to the office." I said motioning to the door. Mr. Jones nodded and opened the door for me. Mr. Kirkland however did not follow and simply called Mr. Jones aside for a minute.
"Hello Miss Payzant. How are you?" A voice questioned from behind me. I turned around to see Mr. Williams standing there.
"Hello Mr. Williams, since it seems your brother?" I paused to see Mr. Williams nod and I continued. "Your brother is busy at the moment with Mr. Kirkland so do you mind if I interview you first?" I questioned.
"I don't mind at all." He said pulling out a chair for me with a light blush on his face. I sent him a smile and sat down ready to start.
"Nova Scotia! So this is where you ran off to!" A deep voice called shattering the past.
"Hello New Brunswick." I responded moving to face my "older brother". He had short shaggy black hair, dark blue shining eyes and a bright smile.
"What are you doing all the way out here? I mean you're like an hour from D.C." New Brunswick said looking around the cemetery.
"Simple reminiscing while I have the chance." I responded looking over my shoulder at my headstone. New Brunswick peaked over my shoulder as well but it did not solve his confusion.
"Why are you at a grave?" He asked even more confused than before. I grabbed his hand and began to tug him away.
"No reason, c'mon, Matthew doesn't like it when we're out too late when we're in America." I said. He nodded and followed though reluctantly. Wind whipped past us as we walked away from the empty grave reminding of that one time Matthew and I met outside the work environment.
Author's Note:
Second chapter already eh? Well that's surprising. I'm sorry I left you with a cliff hanger, but now you know what to expect for the next chapter. Since I told you I would tell you what the time period was here it is: the 1920's a couple years before the stock market crash of 1929. I'm not sure why I chose this date; I sort of just did randomly. I do hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope I can write another one soon. Thank you.
