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Jesk took a deep breath of the fragrant breeze. It smelled of nature, of unspoiled forests. He sighed and continued the call to tie up loose ends.
“That means that the Margeson Contact is complete and watertight, right?” Jesk asked, seemingly to the air.
A crow flew down, landed a few feet in front of him. It turned its head and watched him for a minute with a shiny eye, cawed and flew off.
“Yes sir,” his assistant and lawyer Merl’s voice came from came from slightly to the left and in front, towards the meadow and slightly downhill.
“Good. I left the office early today. Lock it all up on your way out.” A vulture was making lazy circles in the cloudless sky, but was soon gone.
“Yes sir. Have a good weekend.” A deer walked into the meadow near were the voice was coming from.
Jesk leaned back in his chair and only half paid attention to the pleasant landscape around him.
Ignoring Jesk, the deer moved deeper into the field. Beyond the meadow the shadow of a deeper forest has half guessed in the green haze and perhaps even some higher hills off in the far distance. Facing forward, the trees grew a little thicker to the right, away from the little glen, and sloped downhill away from him, where it was possible to make out distant tall mountains through the trees. To the right the ground sloped down even more to a small, fast flowing brook only a dozen feet from where Jesk was sitting. It seemed the ideal spot for trout, with a tree shading the bend in the stream. Although the sun was bright, it was a perfect 72 degrees with just a hint of a fresh breeze. The deer continued to graze in the field to his left while a red tailed hawk flew overhead.
Jesk leaned back even more and half dozed. A fly could be heard buzzing by him, but he ignored it, letting the noise fade into the background as he relaxed and let the week melt away.
A large bump jolted Jesk. He jerked up, suddenly wide awake. Continue reading