Coffee Grind
This fan fiction is the perfect merge of Highlander: the series (a Davis/Panzer Production.)and Forever Knight (Parriott/Sloan Prduction in Canada.) Katrina Macleaod and her co-workers are my creations only.
"Julian!" Katrina waved a yellow post-it note to a young man in a black suit across the office floor. Julian tossed a neutral glance back at her and ducked into a walking crowd of co-workers.
"It's /your/ bill." Katrina muttered to herself with soupy resentment.
She continued to straighten her new account portfolios over a makeshift desk; two upright cardboards boxes supported by slate of plywood, held together by a sheet of tarp. Her station-of a sort- was a free standing island at entrance of the administrative wing. In front of her was an open two level, indoor plaza. Most of the walls, of the old hospital, were taken down to expand the flow of walking traffic. An odd mix of flannels and denims of the working crew and the wool polyesters of her staff moved in casual harmony. Hammers and drills; flip phones and fax machines occupied every listening space cluttered here and there with chatter and swearing.
"Nagarelli." A middle-aged man in a gray suit had walked up to Katrina's island.
She greeted with a sunny smile. "Hi, Clarence. Good to see you Canadian side."
More co-workers joined Clarence. "We're pulling for you, kid."
"Don't give up on Toronto," another said.
Clearance sat a peachy bouquet of carnations and roses in a bowl-sized coffee mug on her desk. "Mugged" stood out in bold black lettering across one side. Clearance gestured at the bouquet with awkward encouragement, "The flouriest down the street has a discrete specialty just for your dilemma."
Katrina laughed fiendishly, suppressing a cackle at her own expense. Her, delicately put, 'dilemma' surpassed any mugging by one distinct purpose. Remington, her secretary, filled her in on the gossip floating around about the three murdered shareholders. The attack at the bar was everyone's topic and suspicion. Her most supportive staff could only placate her with a flowery coffee bowl.
Clearance was urged to indicate the large tag on the handle. "Oh! And 'Mugged' comes with a 50 off coupon to Dr. Fu's Kenpo Karate Clinic."
Katrina gasped. She laughed again, this time insulted at their naive comfort and the commercialism of a crime victim twinge in her stomach.
"Oh, my gawd!" She mocked. "This is so-o-o cute! Thanks guys." It was cute, she had to admit.
A petite woman stood to one side of Katrina's desk after the bouquet presentation. The woman made steady, but blunt, eye contact as she approached. The woman dropped the manila folders, filled with the business-to business ad proposals, on Kat's desk. The woman then promptly turned on her heels and left post haste.
"C-Carla? Carla!... Great!"