Boston Solutions IncorporatedChapter 4
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Claudia entered the office pushing a stroller. Irene looked over at the stroller and cooed, “Isn’t she cute.”
“Thank you,” Claudia said with the kind of pride in her child that only a mother can achieve.
Magus came out of his office and looked in the stroller. He frowned and shook his head in dismay. He said, “She’s a Gerber baby.”
“That’s a bad thing?” Claudia asked.
“She’s going to grow up to be a beautiful woman. You know how I feel about that,” Magus said. Shaking his head, he said, “You’d think that she’d have inherited some of Igor’s ugliness.”
“Phil isn’t ugly,” Claudia said.
Magus said, “I’m not going to do the coochie-coo thing.”
“I didn’t think you would,” Claudia said.
Magus said, “You named her Helen after Helen of Troy, didn’t you?”
“Well, that was Phil’s idea,” Claudia said. She knew how Magus felt about Helen of Troy.
“The face that launched a thousand ships and killed a city,” Magus said.
Irene said, “Be quiet, Magus. She’s a beautiful baby girl.”
“Stay here,” Magus said grumpily. He went into his office and came out with an envelope. He handed it to her and said, “This is a little present for her.”
Claudia opened the envelope and studied the contents. It looked like legal papers of some sort and she wasn’t really in a position to study them. She asked, “What is it?”
“A college fund. It should be enough to cover four years of college when she gets old enough,” Magus said. Seeing the look of shock on Claudia’s face, he said, “I can’t have a goddaughter of mine growing up uneducated.”
“That’s very generous of you,” Claudia said overwhelmed by the gesture.
Magus grumped and said, “Maybe you can ugly her up by that time.”
“You’re horrible,” Irene said.
“I’ve got to get back to work,” Magus said. He headed into his office grumbling.
Leaning over to Irene, Claudia whispered, “He has a problem showing affection.”
“He has a lot of problems and that’s the least of them,” Irene said.
Claudia said, “I came here to talk to him about my job.”
“You know where his office is,” Irene said.
Magus called out, “If you come in here then hold the baby. It will remind me that you’re a mother, and not a beautiful woman.”
“He’s terrible,” Irene said.
“I know,” Claudia said while picking up Helen. She headed into the office saying, “I need to talk to you.”
“You want to be a stay at home mother,” Magus said gruffly.
“Yes,” Claudia said feeling a little guilty.
“Okay,” Magus said.
Claudia said, “That’s it?”
“I can’t compete with a baby,” Magus said. “Besides, being a mother is a much more important job than being a receptionist. Everyone knows that.”
“Not everyone,” Claudia said. She felt that a lot of people looked down at stay at home mothers.
“Anyone who has half a brain knows it,” Magus said. He pointed to Helen and said, “She’s our future. If you want a good future, you raise your children to be responsible caring adults.”
“I agree,” Claudia said.
Magus nodded his head and said, “You’re lucky. A dad is a dad, but a mother is always special. Did you know that the busiest day for the telephone company is Mother’s Day?”
“No, I didn’t know that,” Claudia said.
“It is,” Magus said. Shaking his head, he said, “You are going to be the most influential person in her life. It is a great responsibility. It is also one of the most rewarding things a person can do. You’ll worry when she gets sick. You’ll never forget the day she takes her first step or says her first word. You’ll suffer through her first failed love affair. You’ll strut like a rooster when she graduates high school. You’ll feel left behind when she heads off to college. You’ll boast when she graduates college. You’ll weep like a baby when she gets married. The life you’ve chosen is special.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Claudia said.
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,” Magus said, “I hope you’ll remember your days here fondly.”
“I will,” Claudia said.
Waving a hand to dismiss her, Magus said, “Go talk to Titus. He has a present for Helen, too.”
“Thank you, Magus,” Claudia said.
“Go. I’m sure Titus is waiting anxiously to see Helen,” Magus said gruffly.
Claudia came around the desk and leaned over. She kissed him on the cheek and said, “I love you too, Magus.”
“Stop that. You know how I feel about that mushy stuff,” Magus said.
Claudia smiled and left his office. She winked at Irene. She said, “He has real problems with intimacy.”
“You can say that again,” Irene said.
Stephen came out of his office and looked at the baby. He frowned and said, “She’s a Gerber baby.”
Irene said, “It is frightening how alike those two are.”
“I’m going to have a lot to talk about with his mother the next time she calls,” Claudia said.
“You named her after Helen of Troy, didn’t you?”
“It was Phil’s idea,” Claudia said.
“You know how I feel about Helen of Troy,” Stephen said grumpily.
Irene said, “This is really disturbing.”
“I know,” Claudia said rolling her eyes.
“Too bad Igor’s genetics didn’t take. She’s going to grow up to be as beautiful as her mother,” Stephen said.
“That is not a bad thing,” Irene said.
Stephen said, “I’m not going to do the coochie-coo thing.”
“I didn’t think you would,” Claudia said.
Stephen held out an envelope and said, “This is little present for Helen.”
“What is it?” Claudia asked.
“It is a trust fund for when she is old enough to drive. It should be enough to get a modest and safe car,” Stephen said. “It explicitly stipulates a safe car. We can’t have her driving a convertible sports car. They’re not safe.”
“That’s very generous of you,” Claudia said surprised by the gift.
“Well, you know...” Stephen said. He shrugged his shoulders at a loss for words.
“I know,” Claudia said.
Stephen said, “I assume that you’ve decided to be a stay at home mother.”
“I have,” Claudia said.
“It makes sense. There’s no job as important as being a mother,” Stephen said. “You can ask my mother if you don’t believe me. She’ll tell you the same thing.”
“I’m sure she would,” Claudia said.
“I better get back to work. I’ve got a big project for the FBI, classes to attend, and homework to do,” Stephen said.
“Thank you, Stephen,” Claudia said.
“I’m sure that you have motherly things to do, so I’ll go back in my office,” Stephen said walking away.
Claudia watched Stephen return to his office. She said, “His mother did a good job raising him.”
“Too bad Magus ruined the effort,” Irene said smiling wryly.
Claudia returned Helen to the stroller. Once the baby was strapped in, she rubbed the baby’s cheek and said, “You are a Gerber baby, aren’t you? Yes you are.”
Irene held out a package and said, “I got her a gift.”
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Claudia openly stared at the elderly woman who had just entered the office. She was the poster child of misery. She had a split lip, a black eye, an arm in a sling, and walked holding her body to one side. It hurt just to look at her. Dismayed, Claudia asked, “What happened to you?” “I was attacked,” the woman answered. It was a more than an attack. She had been sexually assaulted after getting mugged. Claudia pointed to the door and said, “Go right in. Magus will take care of you.” The...
Book Six: Heart's Longing Chapter Three: Alchemical Solution By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Journeyman Mage Faoril – The Free City of Baraconia, the Island of Birds The guilt, shame, anger, disgust, and self-loathing metastasized in me and then exploded out of me in a jet of uncontrollable magic, feeding on the vast reserves of power I absorbed when I debased myself with the crew of the Golden Hunger. The jet, a combination of all five...
“We are two months away from the one year period allocated to the project, Sailair”. Zechariah chased him in a hasty walk and at the front, Sailair, with a troubled look, paid the entrance fee to the souk and rushed inside. Everything was wrong, ever since the beginning of the excavation, from the output of Ever Pure Solid to the concentration of the soil, to the proximity to tunnels No. 38 and No .39. Sailair encountered one hurdle after another and from his perspective the chief accomplice...
David Marks shifted nervously in his chair. The large man was studying him like he was a fish inside a fishbowl. It made him very uneasy. Unable to take the focused attention any longer, he blurted out, “My grandmother died. I’m so unhappy that I don’t know what to do.” Magus continued studying the boy. He was four feet six inches tall, with short blond hair that appeared to resist the best efforts of brush or comb to tame. His sneakers were worn from daily use but weren’t filthy from...
Wednesday passed without incident, but on Thursday Patrick was decidedly morose. In mid-morning he phoned Gordy. “Can we meet for lunch?” “Today?” “Please.” “Beppi’s at noon? Or a few minutes before?” “Deal.” Patrick thought for a few minutes. “I’m downtown for lunch. I’ll shop and be back in mid-afternoon.” “No problem.” “Behave yourself!” “Of course.” Dad was outside when I got to Beppi’s. “Are you OK?” “I think so. But not a happy camper.” He nodded. We were seated right away....
I was still tired when I woke up and it was past ten this Saturday morning. I hadn't slept in that late since I was a teenager. When I was a teenager, my body was growing and changing and while I thought about girls all the time, my sexual activity was limited to my hand, the shower, and a fantasy in my head. Last evening, Nicole was over. She had amazing tits for a 14-year old. Afterwards Courtney and her mom, Krysta double-teamed me. Even later last night, Jenna unexpectedly showed up...