MASTERPIECES ART STUDIO

BLOG ENTRY: by DG Wilson Jan. 3, 2009 9:19 pm

THE SYNDICATE

CHAPTER 1 the Syndicate:

The powerful woman with long, strong legs clicked along the sidewalks of New York City in heels so expertly, she made walking in them look natural. Her lengthy strides chewed up the concrete vigorously. The woman's blond hair bounced and contrasted beautifully with her red suit. The leather briefcase crammed with notes and presentation material swung at her side in wide arcs that matched her stride.

She didn't look to the right nor left until the small Mom -n- Pop shop on the corner caught her eye. Ancient, dirty and dusty, it was the kind of store that she wanted to save from the jaws of cooperate development. She was right on schedule to meet with a very rich and powerful "Land Tycoon". He wanted to buy sixteen blocks up and rip them down, she represented the store owners, like the one she passed on the corner.

As the woman in the red suit clopped by she quickly took in the details, hand made signs, tons of large old plants, dirty yellowed windows, a faded dog and man in the window. She liked it, nothing in there she or millions of others wanted or needed, yet somehow these little businesses maintained a supply for a highly specific demand. The most important thing that needed to happen; however, was that these small family businesses needed to remain in the city because they offer hand made, one on one services with people. Real people dealing with real customers. If these tycoons had their way, they would have their businesses cramming every city block so people wouldn't be able to shop around for diverse products let alone personable customer service.

Her thoughts continued and spiraled precisely into her pitch. She never gave the man in the window another thought.

The handicapped giant wanted her. She was beautiful. Gold hair, "I like gold hair," he said aloud. He wanted to follow the woman as she passed by the store window. The strange mans' stubbly face grinned, the teeth were hideously misaligned and jutted out at odd angles. He used his huge bulk, thick muscles to push himself off of his chair in the front store window where he was always perched. The man looked over his shoulder and slyly whispered, "Going out." He pulled open the glass door and was out onto the slick Manhattan streets. The tiny series of bells attached to the door of the store sang as the man pulled. Behind him in the back, the sound of soap operas floated from the backroom, he heard his elderly grandmother call out, "See who it is Kyle!" The man didn't answer, he had already slipped out onto the street. The elderly dog whined and trotted to the back to try to tell the grandmother that he left; again.

He hurried to catch up with the woman, the man almost lost her when she turned the corner. She was moving very fast. Outside again he felt free and watched as her heels swung back and forth in the brisk pace. Her briefcase moved in a solid pump, the golden tag on the leather was an exact match in color as her hair, that somehow excited the man, but the gold hair that bounced sunlight, the color of fire, was much more intoxicating. The sunlight coming through the skyscrapers glanced off of it, highlighting the waves with sheen. The dance mesmerize him. The simple giant could see it was silky and very smooth, he imagined touching it, petting it. Her hair was alive, bright, shiny like a white penny. The man lumbered along slightly sideways, arms swung, his wide eyes never came off of that glorious hair. He was taken. It was always the hair and only golden hair.

As she power walked to the big meeting the woman in a red dress continued to muse on how the city, thus her business was changing. Soon she would have to expand, hire more lawyers to help represent the people in Brooklyn because that was the next target of big business. She had always worked very hard at her job, and now this meeting may be her big break. If she could get this tycoon to move his ass and pass up on this deal then she would be set. This deal was the beginning of a domino effect that was going to propel her right through the glass ceiling and out of the ball park. She was going to sell this deal, she knew, if she could get the old bastard to start looking at the facts and not her chest, then things might really go her way. She was very shrewd.

Most of her staff was female. She firmly believed that a woman can organize a thorough case, be demanding, unrelenting and with more efficiency than any other male "Firm", (pun intended.) After all, she thought as she crossed a small side street, if women can get themselves up in the morning, the kids up, dressed, fed AND ready for school, all before a husband, (that may or may not be present) MERELY struggles to get himself up and dressed for work. She continued to muse completely unaware of the Lumbering Man behind her drooling over her hair, when us women though return home, PROBABLY after a long day... the woman cooks and cleans the home and goes straight to the kitchen to make the dinner. THEN, even before a woman can even get a few moments for herself... she even puts the kids in the bath then bed. If women can do all that each day AS WELL AS the shopping, laundry, bills, even after school kid activities like sports then she a woman, can EASILY handle a tycoon that wants to rip down decades of blood, sweat and tears merely for their Stock Holders' profit!

The Giant started to get out of breath, but he almost caught up to her. He was glad that she hadn't crossed the ‘Big Street' and stuck to the little ones. He couldn't cross the ‘Big Street' by himself... Grandma would be mad that he was out, but REALLY mad if he crossed the ‘Big Street.'

He man stopped for a brief moment, chewed his thumb while he looked back. He barely remembered where the store was located from that point. If he went any further, he knew he would be punished by Grandma. But the man suddenly realized the Golden Haired woman in the red dress was almost gone out of sight too.

Simple as his thoughts were, he understood that there were a lot of people in the city. He sat in the window daily which slowly taught him that there were some people he saw all the time and lots of others that he never saw again. He was worried that he would never see THIS woman again. He became scared when she turned the corner. Fearful of past punishment he suffered... he was more afraid that he was not going to see or touch the intoxicating Gold Hair though. His passion for the hair won. He thought no more and jogged after her.

The bright sunlight bounced off her skull when it bobbed ahead in the crowd, he breathed a big sigh because he had not lost her after all. With a frightful smile of crooked teeth, to a man that talked on his cell phone the mentally slow giant hurried along to catch up to the woman. With a swift look back the man on the cell was clearly startled but then yelled into his phone.

A giant that had never been allowed to roam the streets by himself grinned his hideous snarl and hurried faster, he didn't want to lose her again. He pushed two people out of his way when he did, they tumbled to the concrete with squawks of protest.

She turned another corner. The giant followed very close behind. He suddenly realized that he didn't know where his shop was anymore! Grandma might be calling for him, or worse... searched for the baseball bat. He had to know which way was back, he had to know! But all the twists and turns...he suddenly realized that he really didn't know where Grandmas' shop was anymore!

Lost, confused and scared out of his mind he turned around and around and tried to decide whether to go forward or fall back and search for Grandma.

The panic grabbed hold of the man's throat and squeezed. His heart and blood pressure blew a gasket. The man was in a full blown panic attack. His fear was palatable even to the other people whom bustled about him. As a mass instinct they started to walk well around him, gave him the space that he needed. Though they never stopped or even looked at his tortured face twisted in fear.

‘Gold Hair' had just turned another corner when the man ran for her. Lost and in a panic he need to catch up! She was far in front of a thick crowd of Window Wishers. In a flurry of jumbled thought the Giant wondered if when he caught up and asked her where HE came from- (where Grandma was,) then he would get back home. So he ran, never looked when he knocked down the Wishers, and more people. Workers of all sorts were on the pavement as he burst by them- Wall St. Executives, clerks, secretaries, even a meter maid! But he didn't even think of them, the Gold Hair was all that captured his attention; his entire focus. She had to help!