The Havoc Chronicle :: Number Five

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Chapter IV
Sincerely, The Bank

D[/size]ear Mr. Michaels:

Despite your best efforts, we will be unable to reschedule this mandatory meeting between you and me. The heavy workload I posses is too much for me to fit you in anytime soon, other than our previously agreed on appointment.

In reference to what you will need for this visit, as I've stated before, I would like for you to bring any form of identification you have, including a birth certificate, and your social security card. We here take our job seriously, and when we state we won't sell this property to anyone other than a qualified buyer, or relative of the family whom we acquired this estate from, we mean it.

I know it burdens you to fly out here so early on a day that is so important for you. Unfortunately, not all of us have jobs where we only have to work one day a week, and that means we have more things to do, much like me. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I just cannot possibly make another date for this, unless you are willing to wait until sometime in October. I am a very busy man, and I am unable to make exceptions for anyone, even under the circumstances, and the situation at hand.

Yes, I do very much understand how much this will mean to you; by all means it thrills us to have a buyer. Please don't let this minor mishap sway you in the other direction, though. If you are able to pass our qualifications, and you are who you say you are, then this should be a rather painless transaction.

Not to worry, I'll try to have you out of here as soon as possible so you can make it to, well; I'm hesitant to say exactly, so I'll just put it as being a business meeting you must attend. Despite how unprofessional your career may be, rest assured, we do not look at that when we look for qualified buyers. What your job is, is none of our business, and no matter what type of sick and disgusting work you do, we won't judge it.

Well, I hope this answers all of your questions, and raises any new concerns you may have that you can address when we meet again. I look forward speaking with you this week Mr. Michaels; it was a pleasure the first time, as I'm sure it will be the second time. Maybe I'll get to meet the other half this time? Either way, I'll be looking to meet with you again, and my best regards to you and yours.

Sincerely,

Anthony B. White
President
Farmers & Drover Bank

The Aftermath of a Letter Just Read

I stood there, in the middle of my living room, the sun shining through my wall of windows, and I was rather angered about the way this so-called business man had just handled himself in this letter. I was not a man of words by any means in this situation. Lindsay was standing there with me with a look of question on her face. I shook my head and slightly crumbled up the piece of paper I had just a few moments ago pulled neatly from the envelope it was sent to me in. 'What is it?' Lindsay asked me.

I tossed the paper onto the couch, and pointed to it. 'You can read it if you want to, but by the time you are done, the only thing you will know differently is this. He wants to discourage me out of buying the property. He wants to stare at your chest the whole time so as if to not "waste" his precious day with a worthless sale. Oh, and he wants me to punch him in the face.' I finished before walking out of the room, and back towards my bedroom to finish packing for this week’s trip.

Lindsay picked the piece of paper up off the couch, and pulled it out of the ball I put it into to read. Her mouth dropped ever so slightly the entire time she read through it. She didn't take long to finish reading the letter either, but when she was done, she called out to me. 'Oh my God, he does want to stare at my chest.' She said in disgust as she tossed the piece of paper into the nearest trash can as she made her way back to the bedroom as well.

'Yeah, it's not as if I've got enough to worry about in the first place. I've got to deal with another tag team match, the root of all that almost killed my confidence last time I was in PCW. Who knows who I'll get stuck with this week? But I also have to put up with a not so anxious, dirty old man as well. I'm just wondering what could happen next. Is the mansion going to burn down? Are they going to demolish it before I can buy it because they don't want a professional wrestler buying the property? What?' I asked, maybe not to get an answer but to get my thoughts off of my chest.

Lindsay was about to reply, but something that hadn't happened but once before had just happened. My building's fire alarm system started going off. As if an omen to myself for saying anything, this happens. I shake my head as I grab Lindsay by the hand. 'Don't you only have an elevator to your place here?' She asks with a scared tone.

I smile to her. 'No, they added another flight of stairs too. The doors are all locked up, and the entrance to my place here is that closet door out by the elevator doors. We'll be fine. Or at least I hope so. Lady Luck hasn't been betting on me lately.' I said as we proceeded to make a quick exit of the building, as if there was actually any fire. My guess was there was some smart youngster who decided it would be fun to pull the fire alarm. All my luck I'll get to the street and there will be a pack of high school freshmen wanting autographs, like a whole planned out conspiracy to make my week go ever worse than it already has.

I couldn't wait to get out of town.