Un Canard Étrange

It had taken months for his new office to be completed, but it had been well worth the wait. Designed completely to his specifications, it had everything he needed -- computers with unbreakable monitor screens, a loaded bar, darkened windows, from which he could view the Long Island Sound, and a secret elevator that would allow him easy access to his private parking space on B Level.

He pressed a hidden button on the side of the bar, and a door revealing a hidden closet slid open. He felt something akin to a sexual flush as he looked at his costume. He fingered the midnight purple cape, the matching velvet fedora . . . and all the rest of the accoutrements.

Tonight was one he had planned for years. Tonight, he'd put his idiotic brother-in-law in his place, and show once and for all just who should be in charge after his father stepped down, or had an aneurysm. (He'd been wishing for the latter for years.)

After quickly dressing, he reviewed his appearance. Everything was perfect. He turned 180 degrees -- back, front, side and front again -- to get a full view of himself in the mirror.

"Let's get Shanegerous!"

Author's Note: No characters are mine. They belong to their owners, and now that I've finished playing with them, they can have them back.