The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 22: “So I’m starting from the ground up then?” James asked.
“So I’m starting from the ground up then?” James asked.
“If you want to look at it that way,” Carson said. “Although we’d appreciate it if you didn’t rise through the corporate ranks too quickly.” He handed the file to James, looking slightly nervous about his reaction.
“You think I’m going to be insulted?” James replied.
“Just remember you need to stay hidden.”
James nodded, took a deep breath and opened the file. It was not inspiring. There were low level clerk jobs and basic accountancy jobs as well. While James took the CPA exams it was mostly to make sure there were no discrepancies in the company books. He was competent and qualified, and the qualification had helped him catch an embezzling scheme before it got out of hand, but he never expected to use the skill full time.
As he flipped the pages in the file, each one detailing a basic entry level position, James realized he would be one of the faceless drones who worked in the background of a midlevel company. That was all of the information the file held. There weren’t a large number of jobs. Five in total and his choice was simple; General office work or accountancy.
Dwelling on them wasn’t going to make the options better. “I think one of the accountant’s positions,” James decided. “Even if people realize I have those skills they won’t look for me in someone’s back offices and those positions only have me interacting with the other employees who also work in the back, not customers and clients.”
Carson nodded and looked relieved. “We’ll set it up.” Carson gave him a quick look over. “Do you have office wear?”
James looked down at his t-shirt and jeans. “I have the one suit I was wearing yesterday with me but it will need to be dry cleaned.”
Carson sat in thought for a moment. “Unfortunately the suit is a little more CEO than midlevel accountant,” Carson said. “You would stand out. I’ll take your sizes and pick up some items more appropriate for the job. It that is okay with you?”
James nodded. He couldn’t remember a time when he picked out his own clothing. His private school required a uniform. He had his wardrobe picked out and ready for him when he was sent off to university. New clothes would periodically appear when it was suspected his current clothes were due to wear out or fashions changed. When he married, Faith handled the shopping and now he had accounts at all of the local high-end men’s wear departments and simply had his secretary order from them when something was needed. They kept his measurements on file and all he had to do was show up, make certain the measurements hadn’t changed and stand still for his final fitting. They knew the cloth he liked and the styles he favored.
‘None of which would matter here,’ James realized. “Perhaps that would be best,” James told Carson. “I would simply pick out what I usually wear instead of what suit the environment.”