Spiderweb - 151 Interup

“Mrs. Cloud, we’ve just about lost the minutes left until our preferred time of leaving,” The secretary alerted Mrs. Cloud.

“Ah.. really…” Mrs. Cloud muttered as she began to walk down the hall, her secretary and the remaining bodyguards following closely, We can’t afford to be late once again. We missed nearly the entire meeting yesterday and now have to use this one as makeup for yesterday.”

The secretary nodded her head. “Yes ma’am, the company we were supposed to have the meeting with yesterday luckily had enough time to make with us this afternoon, I’m not sure they’ll have that same amount of time today…”

Mrs. Cloud’s steps quickened. “They’ll have the same time tomorrow and the time after that if we’re late again. There’s nothing they can do about it really. They may be a small company that started to gain recognition and the funds to expand, but in the end, they are still just a small company. There’s nothing they can do against us.”

The secretary simply nodded her head, not wanted to speak up against Mrs. Cloud.

“That said, we do need to hurry and be on time to be role models, don’t we?” Mrs. Cloud smiled.

Shivers ran down the secretary’s spine as she watched the smile. How could someone so beautiful, with such a captivating smile to match, be such a cruel person at the same time?

“Don’t stare too much, you’ll wear a hole into my back,” Mrs. Cloud sighed.

The secretary immediately lowered her head, unaware of the fact that Ms. Cloud knew she was watching the entire time. “Sorry, ma’am.”

Mrs. Cloud smiled, her smile melting away at the same speed as it appeared on her face. She had bigger things to be on her mind. The meeting she had with Vixen had been something she was planning for the longest time. She didn’t feel the slightest bit satisfied after it.

Afterall, she hadn’t touched all the points she wanted to touch on it.

Vixen, her son and one of the three motivations she has to be doing this business and to stay with his father, was starting to get out of hand. She couldn’t let that happen, not in his critical time.

Would he have done the same thing that she did on a regular basis? She wanted to know. Would he be able to ruin the woman she ruined without prompt? Would he be able to hold his ground against someone who was breaking the rules of this hell in order to reach out for something they didn’t even deserve as she did?

She didn’t know, he wasn’t showing anything that would help her know.

There was no way for her to trust her entire company in his hands if he was unable to keep it under control. That was how she thought. That was how she would always think.

She walked down the hallway to the same exit that she had taken the day before. Her guards were close behind her and her secretary as Mrs. Cloud opened the large door to the outside of the asylum.

She stepped out first onto the gravel with her secretary as a close second and the bodyguards spread out as they walked out of the door, making sure their eyes were on the exit in case any other maze runners decided to pop out of nowhere.

There were none.

Mrs. Cloud smiled. ‘Of course, there would be none,’ she thought to herself, ‘the first floor should be well aware now.’

Mrs. Cloud took a deep breath of the clean fresh air and looked up to the sky. It was bright, shining with a bright sky blue hue with white fluffy clouds dotting the midday sky. The sounds of shuffling of feet filled her ears along with the screams of delight and chitter-chatter of conversations.

It was the sound of lunchtime for the most part.

She walked forward into the empty wide spread of land and looked a the small playground in front of her and the larger playground beside it. It was filled with people, those with the right to eat outside at that time. Which would be the specials and the first floor asylum patients.

There were a lot of people out in the fields today as most of the people in both areas had earned the right to have recess after lunch. The people that hadn’t, would still be inside, eating food in their rooms. It would be much louder in an hour or so when the prisoners in their jails would be allowed to come out for their recess. Thank god she was leaving before them.

She hated to hear a lot of loud sounds at once.

She walked past the special’s playground, looking over the fence to the few that actually liked to interact with each other and the groups of specials that walked with each other but never interacted. It was fun to observe them in this way. To see from afar at those who seemed to be getting better and others who just liked to stay by themselves. Getting involved was something she did on only one day of the month each month. Thank god it wasn’t this month.

She continued past the playground to the gate blocking the parking lot and waited for a bit as the gates slid open, letting Mrs. Cloud through.

They walked into the parking lot and to the black car that would be housing Mrs. Cloud’s travels for the day. The silver that carried her the day before had been carried to the carwash for a thorough cleaning. She wanted to get off any debris or particle that was brought into that car by the unwanted person it carried.

She knew that as she stepped into her car that she had been watched as she walked from the building she existed out of to the gates. She was always being watched every time she stepped out of the building. Curious eyes from those in the courtyard to the guards that watched over them. They never seemed to get tired of trying to get a peek at her every time she walked out of a building.

“Did you water the loans yesterday?” Mrs. Cloud asked her secretary as she stepped into the black car, a bodyguard closing it behind her.

The secretary quickly ran to the passenger seat, next to the driver, and pulled open the door of the car, and entered it. She had 5 seconds to answer each question on days like this. Any later and it would set off Mrs. Cloud in a bad mood. Her bad moods were never one to be experienced.

“No ma’am,” The secretary replied.

Mrs. Cloud sat in silence for a moment before smiling. “That’s good.”

The secretary blushed, having received a compliment from Mrs. Cloud. And nodded her head. “Yes ma’am.” She turned to the driver and nodded, to which the driver started the engine and began to move the car.

She reversed out of the parking spot and drove forward to the outer gate, stopping for a moment while it opened and a car carrying the bodyguards hurried to stop behind them. Soon after, the gates slid open and Mrs. Cloud’s car drove out of the parking lot.

“What’s happening today?” Mrs. Cloud asked her secretary.

Already ready to receive the question, the secretary began to recite the items listed on the screen of her tablet. “First we have a meeting with Dove entertainment. They wanted to request a special entrance to the asylum to shoot a shot for their star’s music video. If replied to, the shooting will take place at 8 pm. Then we have a follow-up meeting with RNDN co-founders and another meeting, the one missed yesterday at 3 pm. From 4-5 you have a one hour interview with the magazine that reached out to you yesterday and at 5-6 another with a company that they are in cooperation with .”

Mrs. Cloud nodded her head. “Anything going on with the asylum today?” she asked.

The secretary scrolled through her list until she found something. “Ah.. we’re having some new admits today at 6:30 pm of patients and prisoners. About 20 for the jail cells and 15 for the asylums.”

It wasn’t minutes after the secretary’s report that the car came to a stop.

Mrs. Cloud let out a deep sigh as she looked at the driver. “What is it?” she asked.

The driver promptly replied. “There’s someone on the path,” she reported.

“Who in the world would it be-” Mrs. Cloud muttered as she watched as a bodyguard from the car behind her came out to look at what was on the path. He immediately turned around and walked to the secretary’s window, rapping his hand on it.