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Vera is meeting a rich man at the airport who insists on having someone greet him every time he lands. While she’s waiting, she’s writing in her journal about loneliness and what she sees in her job. She gets a call for her next job. She needs a ride to Loan Some headquarters right away.
Victor Visch was one of Vera’s favorite Loan Some clients. His only requirement for Vera as a loaner was to greet him at the airport with flowers and a hug when his private jet was coming in.
And that was it.
He never said anything. He simply accepted the embrace and paid her in cash on the spot. Vera wondered if this was some sort of strange fetish she wasn’t privy to, but even if it was, he never made her feel uncomfortable. Only, well, sad. He had so much money, enough that he could actually pay people to make him feel less lonely upon arriving at the airport with no one to welcome him.
During her latest Victor Visch gig, Vera waited at the airport luggage turnstile, sitting in a seat with flowers next to her, writing in her journal. She had started jotting down her observations about Loan Some and loneliness, and even had thought about turning it into a blog or a book. Except she would never reveal having worked at Loan Some, since that was in her confidentiality agreement. Mainly, she just wanted to explore loneliness in humans and how palpable it can be. She had seen it first-hand in so many Loan Some clients, and at times, even herself.
Suddenly, Victor Visch appeared, barreling down the walkway with his drag bag behind him. He was expressionless and looked a little like Alfred Hitchcock, especially with his nose in the air.
Vera put the journal in her bag, stood up, and held out the flowers as he approached her. “Victor! So good to see you!”
He hugged her with the warmth of a dead fish, then grabbed the carnations. They were always carnations, which struck Vera as strange since she figured he had a more refined, obscure taste. Not something that teenagers wore on a corsage to prom.
In one swift move, he removed an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Vera. Vera had never even had a real conversation with him. It was always this one-sided.
Then, as she put the envelope in her bag, her bag buzzed. It was Bruce Kitchen calling.
“Just one second,” she said to Victor, gesturing with one finger in the air.
Victor looked like he couldn’t care less. He was already on his own phone.
“Have a new assignment for you. Can you come down to HQ?”
“I’m just finishing up Victor Visch right now.” She said this out loud and realized how morally deplorable it sounded. “The Victor Visch gig,” she corrected.
“I’m only going to be in the office until 8. Can you get here before I leave?”
Vera looked at the time on the airport screen. It was 7:15. If she hurried, she might be able to get to him before 8. “Maybe?” Vote below on what will happen next or if reading by email click view poll.