A short thriller inspired by images: in this case, primarily of a woman in red business attire, along with several others in black suits & a series of meetings in vague business settings.
An exercise to practice solely using a series of random image...
The Business Woman enjoys a biscuit & some coffee as she types away on her laptop. Her fingers dance across the keyboard, never ceasing, even as a hand periodically moves to the meal or the drink.
Almost imperceptibly, her pace slightly slows & her hand disappears into her pocket momentarily. It emerges with a phone & her typing stops as her eyes settle on the screen. Her expression grows tight.
Quickly waving down an employee, she offers a tip & presumably thanks them for the meal, a warm smile on her face. As soon as she turns, however, the smile is already gone, a cold efficiency in its place. A satchel on her shoulder, she walks quickly across the street into a glass building.
Through the window, a small table lies, surrounded by black lounge chairs. The Business Woman sits & waits. After a moment, as if clockwork, four others arrive. Besides the Business Woman, they all wear the same suit; hers, a muted crimson to their staid black. Notably, all bearing black are of the same build, looking like carbon copies, minus slight details like skin tone & hair color. They take seats & discuss an unknown matter.
Two hunch forward while a third wrings their hands, irregularly glancing over their shoulder. The fourth crosses their arms, shaking their head & answering in the negative repeatedly. The Business Woman lies back in her chair, legs crossed, saying nothing.
A short time passes before they all rise as one & depart. One takes off at a run, hastily taking stairs into the subway at the street. Two others walk purposefully to the curb, hailing a cab & quickly disappearing from view. One remains with the Business Woman, clutching a binder. They walk to the corner while the one with the binder alternates between pointing to an open page & frantically waving their arms. The Business Woman gives her full attention but says little & appears strangely calm.
A block away, atop a skyscraper, a man continues to watch the exchange through his binoculars, but the pit in his stomach remains. He's been watching for some time, but what he's looking for continues to elude him. He sees the woman retrieve her phone again & after a moment, brings the phone to her ear. An instant later, the man with binoculars is startled by a buzzing in his shirt pocket.
His blood becomes ice. Keeping the binoculars up, he lowers a hand to answer his phone. "You're not as clever as you think," the voice on the phone states plainly. The Business Woman turns, her eyes gazing right through his binoculars. "There aren't any answers left to find."
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