Category: NaNoWriMo

“Strangers We’ve Become” – The final countdown to publishing in 18 Days

A familiar face

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Ensconced in the hotel foyer before the appointed time, as someone other than David Cheney, or David Bentley for that matter, he observes the arrival, at the appointed time, of Susan and her entourage, and a man he recognises from a previous party.

She has the three maids with her, but they are not maids.  Or if they are, they like to dress up like security guards, right down to the black suits and almost hidden earpieces.

Time to have some fun.

And try to work out who it might be that wanted to tell him about Susan’s travels and activities.  The man she’s with is not staying in the same room, but that didn’t mean anything, but she’d never given him any reason to believe she would have an affair.

And the guy didn’t look to him to be affair material.

Of course, he had to factor in the ordeal she had been through might have changed her somewhat, but leopards don’t change their spots that quickly.

Still…

David is surprised, on one hand, that Boris is in Monaco.

On the other, after a humorous afternoon, he accidentally runs into Susan who is no doubt at the casino to see another but has to settle for an errant husband.

At least David gets to spend the night with her, and as a bonus gets to discover who her new head of security is.  And, he doesn’t like him at all.

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NANOWRIMO November 2023 – Day 18

“Opposites Attract”

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A proposal for a proposal

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Well, things are getting serious.

I mean when you are waking up next to the girl of your dreams, what conclusions are you going to make?

Don’t be going plucking a flower, saying, she loves me, she loves me not, the petals disappearing one by one.

You know how that works, you get to the last one and she hates you.

Neen there, done that.

Since the grandmother has given the union her blessing, and her time is running out, and she wants to be there for the wedding, does it seem like this whole thing is like a runaway train?

Yup.

But there are protocols to be followed, and going down to tackle Mr Rothstein, who has mysteriously reappeared seems daunting, to say the least.

Let’s hope Mrs Winkle isn’t there.

It seems our boy is living on the edge, but today is the day when Mr Rothstein can’t say no.

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Today’s words:  2,758, for a total of 35,751

“Strangers We’ve Become” – The final countdown to publishing in 18 Days

A familiar face

…

Ensconced in the hotel foyer before the appointed time, as someone other than David Cheney, or David Bentley for that matter, he observes the arrival, at the appointed time, of Susan and her entourage, and a man he recognises from a previous party.

She has the three maids with her, but they are not maids.  Or if they are, they like to dress up like security guards, right down to the black suits and almost hidden earpieces.

Time to have some fun.

And try to work out who it might be that wanted to tell him about Susan’s travels and activities.  The man she’s with is not staying in the same room, but that didn’t mean anything, but she’d never given him any reason to believe she would have an affair.

And the guy didn’t look to him to be affair material.

Of course, he had to factor in the ordeal she had been through might have changed her somewhat, but leopards don’t change their spots that quickly.

Still…

David is surprised, on one hand, that Boris is in Monaco.

On the other, after a humorous afternoon, he accidentally runs into Susan who is no doubt at the casino to see another but has to settle for an errant husband.

At least David gets to spend the night with her, and as a bonus gets to discover who her new head of security is.  And, he doesn’t like him at all.

…

“Strangers We’ve Become” – The final countdown to publishing in 19 Days

There are high rollers, and then others

…

I’ve been to the Monaco main casino, a rather interesting piece of architecture, and of all things in the bathrooms, gold taps.

And it was fascinating to watch the patrons, people who had single articles of clothing or jewellery that were worth more than my house, in fact probably more than I would earn in twenty years of my working life.

Let alone the value of the chips they had in front of them on the tables.

There was a sort of elegance and unreal atmosphere about it all like I was in a place where I shouldn’t; the proverbial ‘on the outside looking in’.

Not for David.

He belongs here, among these people, where he could, if he wanted to, pull a wad of money out of a coat pocket and make a splash.

But that’s not why he’s here.  He’s filling in time until the date and time of the message, tomorrow.

Only there’s no one there that he recognises, just a particular high roller who stands out from the others, and a girl at the bar, looking like she needed to be rescued.

Perhaps the night will not be a dead loss.

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NANOWRIMO November 2023 – Day 17

“Opposites Attract”

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A small favour

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There’s nothing like trying to impress the new relatives.  Well, maybe that wasn’t our boy’s first intention, he likes the idea of just blending into the background and trying not to make waves.

Of course, he is an aspiring journalist and can recognise overzealous journalists trying to make a name for themselves.

And what is just plain biased reporting?

But here’s the thing…  When you are a celebrity, you don’t get the normal protection a citizen is supposed to get, you are simply a moving target.

Our boy is not moving in completely different circles now– he’s in Emily’s world.

And the grandmothers, and since Mr Rothstein has gone away to make things right, and the fact the grandmother had basically bailed him out, she needs a spokesperson.

Someone the media doesn’t and won’t tear the strips off.  Not initially, anyway.

So, one small favour, go out and explain the situation, don’t answer questions, and get off the stage.

Easy.

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Today’s words:  866, for a total of 32,993

“Strangers We’ve Become” – The final countdown to publishing in 20 days

Not so ‘humble’

…

While David may have considered Boris the so-called humble policeman at the time, Boris, being the suspicious person he was, knew he was dealing with a foreign agent.

And he knew in time that letting him go provided two benefits, time to investigate who he really was, and how knowing him could be beneficial.  Pity then when after a few meetings in various cities in Europe, news came of David’s untimely death.

Thus, to get a call from a man who was supposed to be dead was intriguing, to say the least, and from one who was now married to a person of interest, the new Lady Featherington.

And to be asked about three Russian ‘maids’ piqued his interest.

Of course, the same could not be said for Prendergast who learns of this dubious Russian connection from his God-daughter Susan, complaining about David threatening her staff.

It’s the last thing on David’s mind as he heads off to Monaco, propelled by an anonymous text message with a place a date and a time.  Normally he wouldn’t care, but it appeared someone was trying to tell him something.

About Susan?

He would soon find out.

Booked into a hotel near the famous casino, and at a loose end, he goes to mingle with the rich and famous.  But not as himself, but his version of going ‘undercover’.

…

“Strangers We’ve Become” – The final countdown to publishing in 19 Days

There are high rollers, and then others

…

I’ve been to the Monaco main casino, a rather interesting piece of architecture, and of all things in the bathrooms, gold taps.

And it was fascinating to watch the patrons, people who had single articles of clothing or jewellery that were worth more than my house, in fact probably more than I would earn in twenty years of my working life.

Let alone the value of the chips they had in front of them on the tables.

There was a sort of elegance and unreal atmosphere about it all like I was in a place where I shouldn’t; the proverbial ‘on the outside looking in’.

Not for David.

He belongs here, among these people, where he could, if he wanted to, pull a wad of money out of a coat pocket and make a splash.

But that’s not why he’s here.  He’s filling in time until the date and time of the message, tomorrow.

Only there’s no one there that he recognises, just a particular high roller who stands out from the others, and a girl at the bar, looking like she needed to be rescued.

Perhaps the night will not be a dead loss.

…

NANOWRIMO November 2023 – Day 17

“Opposites Attract”

…

A small favour

…

There’s nothing like trying to impress the new relatives.  Well, maybe that wasn’t our boy’s first intention, he likes the idea of just blending into the background and trying not to make waves.

Of course, he is an aspiring journalist and can recognise overzealous journalists trying to make a name for themselves.

And what is just plain biased reporting?

But here’s the thing…  When you are a celebrity, you don’t get the normal protection a citizen is supposed to get, you are simply a moving target.

Our boy is not moving in completely different circles now– he’s in Emily’s world.

And the grandmothers, and since Mr Rothstein has gone away to make things right, and the fact the grandmother had basically bailed him out, she needs a spokesperson.

Someone the media doesn’t and won’t tear the strips off.  Not initially, anyway.

So, one small favour, go out and explain the situation, don’t answer questions, and get off the stage.

Easy.

…

Today’s words:  866, for a total of 32,993

“Strangers We’ve Become” – The final countdown to publishing in 19 Days

There are high rollers, and then others

…

I’ve been to the Monaco main casino, a rather interesting piece of architecture, and of all things in the bathrooms, gold taps.

And it was fascinating to watch the patrons, people who had single articles of clothing or jewellery that were worth more than my house, in fact probably more than I would earn in twenty years of my working life.

Let alone the value of the chips they had in front of them on the tables.

There was a sort of elegance and unreal atmosphere about it all like I was in a place where I shouldn’t; the proverbial ‘on the outside looking in’.

Not for David.

He belongs here, among these people, where he could, if he wanted to, pull a wad of money out of a coat pocket and make a splash.

But that’s not why he’s here.  He’s filling in time until the date and time of the message, tomorrow.

Only there’s no one there that he recognises, just a particular high roller who stands out from the others, and a girl at the bar, looking like she needed to be rescued.

Perhaps the night will not be a dead loss.

…

“Strangers We’ve Become” – The final countdown to publishing in 20 days

Not so ‘humble’

…

While David may have considered Boris the so-called humble policeman at the time, Boris, being the suspicious person he was, knew he was dealing with a foreign agent.

And he knew in time that letting him go provided two benefits, time to investigate who he really was, and how knowing him could be beneficial.  Pity then when after a few meetings in various cities in Europe, news came of David’s untimely death.

Thus, to get a call from a man who was supposed to be dead was intriguing, to say the least, and from one who was now married to a person of interest, the new Lady Featherington.

And to be asked about three Russian ‘maids’ piqued his interest.

Of course, the same could not be said for Prendergast who learns of this dubious Russian connection from his God-daughter Susan, complaining about David threatening her staff.

It’s the last thing on David’s mind as he heads off to Monaco, propelled by an anonymous text message with a place a date and a time.  Normally he wouldn’t care, but it appeared someone was trying to tell him something.

About Susan?

He would soon find out.

Booked into a hotel near the famous casino, and at a loose end, he goes to mingle with the rich and famous.  But not as himself, but his version of going ‘undercover’.

…