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The Businessman is not excessively kind to anyone, but he is not overly rude. He spends much time reading the paper or flipping through magazines.
The telephone, for him, is an excuse. Perhaps to put on an air of humanity. Gossip, fashion advice spilling forth from his lips like Evian spilling over a dam.
He spends his time reading, flipping through the paper. Who has that account? Where will it end up?
"I feign interest in all my work, especially small accounts, although this is my main concern."
Says his secretary, "He likes to tell me that what I'm wearing is not appropriate. He forgets appointments or sometimes skips them, but it's nothing he can't correct or have corrected.
"One time, we went to dinner together. He pretended his name was Schwartz and got us a table. I thought it was great."
He reads on page three of the Post that a half rat-half pigeon creature is making its way from Harlem to midtown.
He finds the time wasted on this article to be pointless. Someone faked a photograph of the creature; others had to write about it; yet more people had a meeting on whether it was newsworthy.
He closes the paper, exhausted. He is filled with dread.
His taste is impeccable. He rarely, if ever, makes fashion mistakes. Summer sports in the summer, winter sports in the winter. He does not care to be corrected on any clothing choices. The clothes are tailored. He wants to present an air, if only because he likes to look better than others.
Never wear white pants after Labor Day. The shoes are always perfect. They never overpower or undermine the chosen suit. He keeps a spare suit in the office in case one is soiled over the course of a day.
"Where are the Armani loafers that go with these pants?"
His apartment houses a large James Kennedy original. His guests love its muted colors and Irish landscape.
"He has a good eye for backgrounds."
The guests will stand and admire the background, whisper, admire some more.
The painting may be hung upside down. He can't decide. And he hopes no one asks.
"There is so much pointless violence in the world. It makes me sad that someone would kill for no good reason. Revenge is a good reason. Excitement, passion, jealousy. Someone you'd really like to see get what is deserved. The girl who broke your heart in your third year, for example. Why should she live?"
At Brooks Brothers. His gloves, his coat, his briefcase beside him on the floor. He retains his wallet. His eyes run over a shirt and tie he holds. Clerk offers to help him find a more suitable tie, something more tonal.
Businessman closes his eyes, pondering; it's lost on him. No, he makes the connection. Clerk holds another tie, ready to assist him. Businessman turns and clasps a hand around Clerk's neck. Businessman looks flushed; he gasps.
"Just what I was looking for."
Date Written: December 12, 2004
Author: The Rid
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