Nostradamus Speaks - Settling In

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Settling In

I settled into my new office. I took down the disbarred attorney's name from the storefront, leaving only the word, "OFFICE", but the blank spaces betrayed the identity of the previous tenant. I called Brenda and invited her to see my new digs and celebrate the grand opening. She came the next day.

"Brenda!" I said, coming out from the back after the door bells jingled the arrival of a customer, "I've really missed you." Brenda stood in the center of the office and slowly did a 180, taking in the entirety of the office, obviously creating an internal verbal description of everything she saw. Upon completion of her survey, with nary a word of farewell, she walked out, the bells behind her jingling the departure of a customer. 

I can't say I was surprised. The disbarred attorney's office was a dump when I moved in and pretty much remained a dump. I think I finally got over Brenda that day. If she didn't want me, then I didn't want her. And anyway, she was the one who blew through most of the company's cash which got me into trouble which got me into this dump in the first place, so good riddance.

I refocused my time and energy on learning how to write and practicing tradecraft. If you happened to have been in Little Saigon late 2009, early 2010 and saw a crazy man talking to stone dragons, decorated door jambs, or nothing in particular, that was me.

But it was working. As the months passed and I continued to practice the tradecraft secret agent memory development internal verbalization protocol, I found at the end of the day I could lay down on the couch in the back room and walk through the entirety of Little Saigon and see, literally see, so much detail it felt like I was really there. 

Thus it was in February, 2010, the door bells jingled and I walked out to greet what unsuspecting customer had wandered into my lair. Nobody ever came so I was ready to warmly greet anyone at all. Anyone at all except -- holy shit! The Dragon Lady! Yes, her, the little old lady with the perfectly coiffed black beehive hair and gold pin above her left ear with tattooed eyebrows and eyelash lines who scares the shit out of me. With nary a greeting she handed me an envelope gripped between long sharp red talons and, like my ex SoCal hottie Brenda, turned and walked out.

Inside was an airline ticket to Paris and 1000 EUR, in cash. A computer printout note read, See you. N. 

Dixi