Chapter 8: The Chosen One
I didn’t get much rest after the photo shoot. Maybe fifteen minutes at most.
I looked at the marvelous ancient clock that stood on one side of the wall, the suffocating craftsmanship of its mechanical workings on full display. It was definitely taller than me. I could tell even looking at it from distance. Although I was fascinated, I didn’t dare to get any closer to it.
Luc stood by the window with her usual quiet grace, looking outside - looking down at the cityscape; looking down because amongst all the gigantic towers of corporate beasts, my office was closest to the sky.
I wondered what she was thinking, and remembered her ’gaze into future’ and ’gaze into past’. There was something impossible about her. My first impression of this enigmatic lady was that of a knight in a black suit. But that was something about her presence, and more impressively, the lack of presence that elevated her into something grander, but in a most understated fashion.
"Miss Roen," she finally spoke, without tuning around.
"The Council has requested your presence."
If I had any strength left in my backbone that would have made me sit up. But I didn’t.
"Requested? Like - I can’t say no?"
Luc turned, tilting her head slightly.
"It is customary. Not compulsory."
That just added even more weight to the request.