K.S the Unfulfilled insisted her satisfaction was more than what Rewrite evaluation showed but Rewrite considered all the flaws and error in K.S the Unfulfilled rewrite.
Claiming her satisfaction was more than the 50% Rewrite indicated, K.S the Unfulfilled shuffled around the Consultation room scrutinising the various works of arts meticulously decorated in all four corners of the room refusing a seat.
Glass of champagne in hand, K.S the Unfulfilled crossed her arms; champagne flute dangling over, she concentrated on a bronze short statue of a naked statuesque African woman with flowing hair like thick honey.
It was like K.S the Unfulfilled thought she was at a museum. Sage amusingly stayed behind watching her delicate touch like a hawk.
"McDonald&Cote is an unordinary law firm defending only powerful politicians. When a McDonald&Cote lawyer requested my audience, I knew immediately Rewrite pulled some strings."
Sage kept his face perfectly neutral when K.S the Unfulfilled glanced back for confirmation. Getting none, she moved onto the next sculptured art.
"The hitman who ran away with my money was a warning, wasn't it? 'Try to murder and you're all alone," fingering the gigantic sculptured ears of Dumbo, Kholwa vocally mused. "What I don't understand was why McDonald&Cote fought for me the second time. The lawyer even made reappearance jokes."
Rewrite could do well with characters questioning the process. It'd be fun if others could attempt like K.S the Unfulfilled. Guess her brain didn't rot.
"K.S the Unfulfilled, please have a seat. Your behaviour is improper."
"I could've sworn during my marriage with Has To Be, he'd advised me to go back to school." Kholwa Snowdrop twirled on Sage, her mint green eyes bored. "Had that been my only chance? Give it to me fleetingly during the chaos of my life?"
K.S the Unfulfilled gestured to a silent Sage. "Why, take this Kholwa. You're stressed and angry and distracted and working overtime for a promotion but here, try to find time for yourself. Pay attention to Has To Be less, yeah?"
Rewrite wasn't surprised by the blame. Success always came with blame. K.S the Unfulfilled wasn't special. Of course she saw Rewrite, the daunting figure in her destiny and decided, this Community must be blamed. Of course, of course.
"Why did you contact Rewrite, K.S the Unfulfilled? Wasn't it to make someone else feel your pain? Your misery and regrets?"
K.S the Unfulfilled sloppily smiled down at the red fox rug. "I had a great mother, didn't I? You gave her to me, didn't you?"
Sage crossed his arms, the posture stretching his pristine suit. "To be like her, you included Mazus in your Rewrite, didn't you?"
"He'd be heartbroken to find out, wouldn't he?"
Like playing ping-pong, the questions easily swatted at each other without a deafening victorious sound.
K.S might be unfulfilled but like dawn, it was clear she needed her generation like Mazus to clear her conscience.
"Can that be done? I heard a family member or generation could be added to the Rewrite Contract for a fair price."
K.S the Unfulfilled was about to guess what the fair price was. Rewrite was entertained.
"I'm going to jail, aren't I? Your deal with McDonald&Cote have expired, hasn't it?"
Not one mention of her deadly intention in her heart. Not once did her remorse show. Rewrite liked characters who went for what they wanted regardless of the consequences.
The first Rewrite character failed to understand this simple notion. Control and aspire. Or perspire if the end was lacking.
The end showed in K.S the Unfulfilled eyes. Acknowledgement. No rewinding time. Rewrite wasn't sorcery.
"Want to drink with me, Sage? My first and last drink with you."
Accept.
"Of course. But I'd rather sit comfortably."
K.S the Unfufilled giggled. "You're fussy, Sage. Had I met you, I'd have married you."
"I don't date cougars."
The dip at the corner of his mouth blinded K.S the Unfulfilled when he grinned. Unprofessional but Sage was already preparing for her departure. She and her frenzied manner for a family bothered him.
Ah-hah, Sage, you're thinking too much again.
Apologies.
"What're you doing?" K.S the Unfulfilled cursorily glanced around the Consultation room for bugs.
Sage strained a smile as he poured champagne into her empty glass. "What're we cheering to?"
K.S the Unfulfilled exchanged her champagne flute for the wine bottle in his hand. Lunacy must be pretty because K.S the Unfulfilled regularly smiled whenever a funny thought crossed her mind.
Wine bottle and champagne flute clinked, K.S the Unfulfilled raised the wine bottle, bowing her head curtly.
"Cheers..."
"To my death, Sage the Consultant."
The Consultation room moved with laughter.
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