"Kramer, we have a slight change of plan," Doniger said sharply over the
phone.
"Alright, what is it?" Kramer knew better than to revoke the wrath of "Death March Doniger." He had earned the nickname because o his ability to get the job done and to get it done by any means or costs. He would tear through whomever to get what he wanted, and Kramer was only glad he was currently off the dating market.
"We've got a possible big investor." Even though, Doniger had plenty of cash, a hi-tech corporation like ITC was expensive and Doniger was glad to find investors. The plus size of having such a modern company was the fact that there was absolutely no competition if they went public.
"How big?"
"It depends on how much we can sell him in."
"What does he want?"
"A trial of the machines as soon as possible."
"We can't send him back, especially not now."
"Actually it turns out his daughter is a big fan of the Lord of the Rings."
"No, we can't. It's too risky. You of all people know that. It's a big risk sending Combe back let alone some Malibu Barbie."
"We'll send her back with Combe and one of our staff members. We'll talk to Combe later."
"How are we going to convince her to go along?"
"We don't have to if you've done your job and gotten her to sign the contract."
"Yea, she must really love that sunken piece of shit."
"Good, just make sure she won't do anything radical alright? I don't want her to do anything other than to get those three out of there."
"What do you mean, other three?"
"Baretto woke up. He's still pretty bad, but he gave us some information. The other three are prisoners. He put up a fight and managed to get away by calling the machines."
"Alright. We'll be there in an hour and a half."
"Good," with that said they both hung up.
"Looks like our little book worm has her work cut out for her." Kramer said under her breath, thinking that Evelyn was too involved with her book to notice.
"What? I'd say it's a positive. I always wanted to meet Malibu Barbie," she said sarcastically making sure to quote Kramer.
"So you think you'll be able to handle her?"
"I survived eighteen years with my mother. I think I can handle her."
"Anyway, when we get there, you'll be called into a conference. They'll give you a basic idea of what you have to do."
"Rescue three men from prison and keep princess away from harm with the help of a bodyguard who probably knows nothing about Middle-Earth, that shouldn't be too tough."
"After that you'll have a bit of instruction on weapons and such."
"Okay, well I took fencing for about five years when I was younger."
"You took fencing?" Kramer asked with genuine surprise.
"Yea, my mom, the type who married for money and wanted an absolutely perfect family, but drunk all the time, forced my brother to take fencing and me to take ballet."
"So you didn't take fencing you're brother did."
"Haven't you learned not to interrupt? Well, we both hated what we were forced to do and liked the others better so we switched."
"Your brother took ballet."
"Yep, and he still does. It's his job. My father literally had a heart attack when he found out."
"Interesting, but you'll still have to get used to using a sword. After about an hour or so, we'll get you ready to go back."
"Do these people know the Common Speech?"
"What?"
"The language of Middle Earth. You know they don't speak English. There's Elvish, Orcish, Dwarvish, but most speak in the Common Speech. The equivalent of English in there land."
"Oh, well then Malibu Barbie should. I assume she got a recording of phrases." She said, but added much more softly, knowing Doniger was sometimes too quick with investors, "Or at least I hope."
"Alright, what is it?" Kramer knew better than to revoke the wrath of "Death March Doniger." He had earned the nickname because o his ability to get the job done and to get it done by any means or costs. He would tear through whomever to get what he wanted, and Kramer was only glad he was currently off the dating market.
"We've got a possible big investor." Even though, Doniger had plenty of cash, a hi-tech corporation like ITC was expensive and Doniger was glad to find investors. The plus size of having such a modern company was the fact that there was absolutely no competition if they went public.
"How big?"
"It depends on how much we can sell him in."
"What does he want?"
"A trial of the machines as soon as possible."
"We can't send him back, especially not now."
"Actually it turns out his daughter is a big fan of the Lord of the Rings."
"No, we can't. It's too risky. You of all people know that. It's a big risk sending Combe back let alone some Malibu Barbie."
"We'll send her back with Combe and one of our staff members. We'll talk to Combe later."
"How are we going to convince her to go along?"
"We don't have to if you've done your job and gotten her to sign the contract."
"Yea, she must really love that sunken piece of shit."
"Good, just make sure she won't do anything radical alright? I don't want her to do anything other than to get those three out of there."
"What do you mean, other three?"
"Baretto woke up. He's still pretty bad, but he gave us some information. The other three are prisoners. He put up a fight and managed to get away by calling the machines."
"Alright. We'll be there in an hour and a half."
"Good," with that said they both hung up.
"Looks like our little book worm has her work cut out for her." Kramer said under her breath, thinking that Evelyn was too involved with her book to notice.
"What? I'd say it's a positive. I always wanted to meet Malibu Barbie," she said sarcastically making sure to quote Kramer.
"So you think you'll be able to handle her?"
"I survived eighteen years with my mother. I think I can handle her."
"Anyway, when we get there, you'll be called into a conference. They'll give you a basic idea of what you have to do."
"Rescue three men from prison and keep princess away from harm with the help of a bodyguard who probably knows nothing about Middle-Earth, that shouldn't be too tough."
"After that you'll have a bit of instruction on weapons and such."
"Okay, well I took fencing for about five years when I was younger."
"You took fencing?" Kramer asked with genuine surprise.
"Yea, my mom, the type who married for money and wanted an absolutely perfect family, but drunk all the time, forced my brother to take fencing and me to take ballet."
"So you didn't take fencing you're brother did."
"Haven't you learned not to interrupt? Well, we both hated what we were forced to do and liked the others better so we switched."
"Your brother took ballet."
"Yep, and he still does. It's his job. My father literally had a heart attack when he found out."
"Interesting, but you'll still have to get used to using a sword. After about an hour or so, we'll get you ready to go back."
"Do these people know the Common Speech?"
"What?"
"The language of Middle Earth. You know they don't speak English. There's Elvish, Orcish, Dwarvish, but most speak in the Common Speech. The equivalent of English in there land."
"Oh, well then Malibu Barbie should. I assume she got a recording of phrases." She said, but added much more softly, knowing Doniger was sometimes too quick with investors, "Or at least I hope."