Words ending in ‘or’
I watched as my solicitor sat back in her heavy leather chair. Even from there the scent of Dior filled my nostrils, the interior of the office hung heavy with perfume.
‘And who was the contractor?’ she asked, picking up her pen readying for my answers.
‘Johnson and Sons,’ I replied, ‘they specialise as exterior decorators.’
‘And the job was poor, to say the least?’
I nodded, ‘what was supposed to be a minor job turned into a major one. They drilled in through the wall and hit the back of my refrigerator and yet won’t accept responsibility for it. My food was spoilt and had to go in the incinerator, the noise of the explosion was so loud it was like a horror film. Shards of the plastic errupted and even shattered the mirror which was a beautiful gift from my mentor.’
This solicitor had been recommended to me by my mentor, I’d found him enlightening, guiding, a real advisor.
‘She’s such a power-house, an exterminator of problems’, he’d said.
However, now as I look past the feminine gladiator infront of me, high on the wall I can see my mentor’s picture, it seemed he is her suitor, her corroborator.
And now as I think of it, he recommended the contractor to me prior to my troubles, was he a conspirator and not the superior consultor that I thought he was.
My mind is full, I must leave, I can hear movements in the corridor, I feel trapped, are there spectators to watch my every move? I must leave. This woman is a tormentor. I get up, stumbling to find the door.