12:15 am. I'm due for a meeting any minute now. These delegations will hopefully strengthen international relations among the occultic and esotericism between the two of us. Like it or not I'm stuck playing a game as the target in the crossfire, all for bits and pieces of confirmation of where he stands. Raising a glass in a toast of wishing myself well, I make the realization that I am, in fact, playing the game.
Having let my crimped long hair down, I sit at a round oak table covered with papers, wondering exactly how to appproach the situation. An introduction and inquiry on how he has been feeling lately might be a good beginning. It was always proper to slowly lead into things, then again, I was ever rarely open and to the point with him. Perhaps now my abstract approach to dealing with others will finally come in handy.
12:30 am approaches and I know this measure of time must be a dire fallacy. The past 15 minutes felt like much more. Under agendas of conquest, alliances were meant to be sabotaged by dishonour of the highest regard. This, however, is not an agenda of conquest, but of interdimensional security, and so the expectations are quite different. The most unknown strategy may be best for now. Its time to trust my instincts and sense his motives.
