It Began In Darkness Pt. 3

Is this fantasy or some sort of erotic action horror? No idea, because there's still no plot. Read part 2 here.

Mikhail whirled back around to face his boss. “What?”

Cillian whistled, though to Mikhail’s ears it sounded mocking.

“After a day we called George Stamps himself,” Charlie continued. “He said you never showed up!”

“I did show up,” Mikhail protested. “I gave him the pitch, he asked me about development within the younger Seattle community, because his son lives there. I told him I’d ask you about it…” And then what? “I showed him the pitch, Charlie. He gave me his business card and wrote his private number on the back.” He dug into his wallet and held up the proof.

“Foul play, mayhap?” Cillian asked dryly. The office was silent.

Charlie snatched the business card from Mikhail’s hand, turning it over to see the elegant scrawled handwriting. “You did go.” Charlie gaped. “You really don’t know where you’ve been?”

This is neither the time nor the place, Mikhail wanted to say.

“I’m Cillian!” his visitant chimed in with false cheer. “I don’t know where I’ve been either, but that’s probably because I’m blind.”