A visitor not called for.
I was getting ready to leave City hall. After my visit from Boris with his tale of the night, I was relatively pleased, with the exception that he didn't kill the vampire slayers for me, yet and especially because he had told me that the hitmen had shot two of the high school students on Homecoming dance night.
I didn't care about the students or civic pride or any of those things that I preached, except when I was giving speeches, because this was a bigger year for me then any of that and re-election wouldn't be necessary, or heck, even possible for this town when I was done with it, but I still, in these last few months, had to pretend that I cared.
I put a breath mint in my mouth, wiped my hands with a moist towelette, and cleaned the handle of my suitcase with the towelette as well, before throwing the towelette in the trash and picking up my briefcase. As I did, Principal Snyder walked in, looking disheveled. I was tempted to offer him the entire box of towelettes, because he was sweaty and gross and in dire need of a shower.
He started to tell me about what had happened and I was tempted to cut him off and tell him that I already knew about it, but I let him babble, deciding that it was better to make him think that I didn't know as much as I did. He told me the whole story and as he did, he seemed rushed, as if he was about to tell me that he wanted to resign. I decided to make him feel more confident. Mother always told me to take care of things before they festered into something more and as usual, I believed her.
"Principal Snyder. This is a trgaedy, but you have done the town very proud by getting all of those students out of there before anyone else was injured, or God forbid, killed. You go home and relax, and know that you did well. I'll have a press conference tomorrow to address this and while doing that, I'll give you a public commendation for your efforts tonight. In the meantime, I'll handle the police and the clearing of our fine students killed..."
He seemed relieved and the police situation was something that I had already taken care of. After a couple of minutes, he left and not far behind him, I left. It had been a most wonderful night, all things considered, even though I didn't particularly care if students died or not. I would kill most of them when my time came, anyway, but alas, if it hadn't have happened, I wouldn't have to schedule a press conference for tomorrow.
I didn't care about the students or civic pride or any of those things that I preached, except when I was giving speeches, because this was a bigger year for me then any of that and re-election wouldn't be necessary, or heck, even possible for this town when I was done with it, but I still, in these last few months, had to pretend that I cared.
I put a breath mint in my mouth, wiped my hands with a moist towelette, and cleaned the handle of my suitcase with the towelette as well, before throwing the towelette in the trash and picking up my briefcase. As I did, Principal Snyder walked in, looking disheveled. I was tempted to offer him the entire box of towelettes, because he was sweaty and gross and in dire need of a shower.
He started to tell me about what had happened and I was tempted to cut him off and tell him that I already knew about it, but I let him babble, deciding that it was better to make him think that I didn't know as much as I did. He told me the whole story and as he did, he seemed rushed, as if he was about to tell me that he wanted to resign. I decided to make him feel more confident. Mother always told me to take care of things before they festered into something more and as usual, I believed her.
"Principal Snyder. This is a trgaedy, but you have done the town very proud by getting all of those students out of there before anyone else was injured, or God forbid, killed. You go home and relax, and know that you did well. I'll have a press conference tomorrow to address this and while doing that, I'll give you a public commendation for your efforts tonight. In the meantime, I'll handle the police and the clearing of our fine students killed..."
He seemed relieved and the police situation was something that I had already taken care of. After a couple of minutes, he left and not far behind him, I left. It had been a most wonderful night, all things considered, even though I didn't particularly care if students died or not. I would kill most of them when my time came, anyway, but alas, if it hadn't have happened, I wouldn't have to schedule a press conference for tomorrow.