Light was a property of Mulberry Design.
This was evident in the harmoniously cut slates of glass that were erected and placed strategically throughout the loft. Icelandic water flowed between the thin slivers of each translucent surface, controlled by a fountain mechanism incorporated within the design. As the sun moved across the sky, its radiance would play along the lucid crystal interiors of the office.
Ms. Olsson sat at the center of her rosewood desk, black-rimmed glasses balanced at the tip of her nose. Her cherry-print skirt accentuated her lower form, ending its adulation at her knees. The berry inspired dress and Dior blouse were complimented by the ivory Lycra stockings and candy apple shoes, hidden just below the surface of the Bolivian table. Her platinum locks pulled tightly into a bun, Ms. Olsson tended diligently to the flat paneled monitor and the items on her desk, accompanied only by the light and the lull of ambient music.
When the metal doors slid open, the unkempt man with bristly hands and tousled hair startled her.
“Good afternoon”, she said.
Benjamin surveyed the room. Ms. Olsson was concerned.
“May I help you?”
Benjamin stepped off the elevator and placed his satchel onto the floor.
Ms. Olsson was frozen.
Benjamin took a moment and inhaled the space.
The tailored furniture.
The art along the walls.
The arrangement of flowers, which reminded him of afternoons in the rainforest.
This caused him to smile.
Ms. Olsson reached for the phone.
Benjamin surveyed the area once more, until he was certain that he was in the right place.
And then his eyes fell toward a silhouette, shrouded behind liquid glass.
He began to push forward.
Ms. Olsson gave chase. Her apple heels accosting the Burmese floor.
Implode. Part V – DK