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BLUE TALE (The Series) 026: The Wind Speaks (2)
The wind was restless. It twisted around the towering office building, brushing against windows, hissing through gaps, and coiling in invisible currents. Emerson’s office was far from immune. The faint whoosh of air slipping through the cracks accompanied the two men as they finally sat across from one another.Emerson leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers idly on the armrest. He studied Raven, who was perched uneasily on the edge of his seat. The wind teased at Raven’s hair through the slightly cracked window, and he brushed it away absently. It seemed Raven's thoughts were clearly elsewhere.“So,” Emerson began. “Are you going to tell me what’s been going on, or are we going to play the guessing game?”Raven blinked, dragged from his reverie. “It’s not that simple.”“Try me,” Emerson said dryly, but he didn't sound unkind.Raven exhaled. Awkwardly, the sound almost got lost in the gust of wind that rattled the windowpane. It seemed too windy today. “Do you ever feel like
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The banter between Raven and Emerson went on. “Tchh! And you wouldn't have chased out every interviewee that walks through that door? You're the boogeyman, Emerson.”Emerson’s laugh echoed softly in the office as Raven gestured wildly during one of his over-the-top retorts. “You didn't watch pennywise now, did you? Shame on y….”And then both their phones rang.Simultaneously.Raven froze mid-sentence. The vibration of both ringing devices was coming from his pocket. He glanced at Emerson, who had gone still, narrowing his eyes.Slowly, Raven fished both phones out of his jacket. It wasn’t unusual how Emerson always handed his phone over during meetings, trusting Raven to silence it and manage the distractions. Still, it was a habit that if kept on for long would hardly die.Raven held up the devices, one in each hand, and raised an eyebrow.“Yours and mine,” he said flatly.“Obviously,” Emerson replied, already exasperated. He hated a ringing phone. Didn't matter who it belonged to.
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Emerson’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove toward home. He blinked rapidly, willing himself to stay in the moment. But the more he fought it, the stronger the unwelcomed memories pushed forward.It was only the beginning, a sharp bite of recollection. He gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening. Cold sweat already formed on the back of his neck.No. Not now.His house loomed in the distance. It was the only solace he had left. When he stepped through the front door, the silence wrapped around him like a cocoon. The house was empty—no lights, no noise. It was late, Friday night. And as usual, the staff had gone home for the weekend. The last Friday of the month was sacred. Almost like a tradition where they all retreated, leaving him to his solitude. He made that rule.“Welcome home, Mio Dio,” a voice greeted him, bright and sweet in the otherwise dark room. Emerson flinched. His heart skipped a beat as the light flicked on, revealing Porsche standing b
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“Do you think humans find this task enjoyable?” Porsche’s curiosity voiced out as he stood over the counter, meticulously slicing some hateful cucumbers.Emerson, seated casually at the small kitchen table, glanced up from his tablet. “Cooking? Some do. Others would rather order takeout. Why? Are you already tired of it?”Porsche paused, his knife hovering above the cutting board. “No. I’m... analyzing. The smells, the textures, the timing.. it’s all so intricate. It’s almost poetic.”Emerson chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You’re really blending in now. Talking like a chef with a soul.”Porsche raised an eyebrow. “I don’t have a soul, Emerson. I have a program. But I can replicate the effect.”Emerson waved a hand. “See, that’s the kind of talk that makes people nervous. You’re not just replicating… you’re living, Porsche. Own it.”The smell of sautéed garlic wafted through the room as Porsche resumed his task. The kitchen was more than lavish. It was orderly, with bright light
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