Faceless Instincts

The Wise Man

I knew nothing about this man, who he was, what he did, what had happened to him- nothing. But I knew that I was about to start digging for some answers.

It was a long shot, I knew that, but worth it. If I could figure out even one thing about his problem I might just get a leap in his case, with that I started writing everything that I had noticed during our entire encounter.

Things like, looking past me, fidgeting, wanting to keep his case secret, not wanting to be in the office, I wrote down everything that I could strain my brain to remember. After some time when I was done with the list, I studied it closely and found absolutely nothing that hints at something in particular, but I did get a vague idea of what might be happening. There might be a possible case of hallucinations and disillusionment.

After hours of trying, I sprawled on the couch, heaving a sigh I closed my eyes when I suddenly remembered that I needed to find a good place where I can talk to him just in case he doesn't look for one. Him - he, I didn't even know his name. Great.

I suddenly felt a rush of dizziness and my head spun, I sat on the couch and clasped my head in my hands.

My mind kept wandering back to him, and I couldn't help but think back to how I was still not sure what exactly made me agree with his illogical demands and why I felt the way I did when I was around him.

All of my questions were brought to a standstill when a name popped on my screen, 'Mr. Wembley calling.'

I picked up the phone and instantly got greeted by a warm voice, "Kiara..!"

"Mr Wembley," I replied, smiling.

"How are you?" He asked in a pleasant voice

"I am good sir, how are you?"

"Faring well in this old age."

I chuckled, Mr Wembley was anything but old, he never let his age take a toll on his action, beating youngsters at fashion, adults at energy and everyone in knowledge, he was a force to reckon with, "If old age looks anything like yours, then I am more than ready to grow old."

He laughed and his voice turned warmer, almost fatherly "it's good to know that you think so and that you are doing well."

"What happened to me?" I asked as my brows knit lightly.

"I heard about the break-in that happened yesterday." His voice grew sombre.

I fell silent, I wasn't sure if I should tell him anything that went down there, it was true that if he knew what I was going to indulge into, he would probably behead me but on the other hand, I could not deny the fact that I could use his expertise in this case.

"Kiara? Are you listening to me?" He inquired.

I hadn't heard a single word but yes I was going to lie and say yes, "yes sir."

"You know what, you should come down to my office, it has been a while since we had a cup of tea together."

I took a deep breath, "sure sir, I'll be there in thirty minutes."

He let out a simple mumble and hung the call.

Throughout my car ride my mind ricocheted between the man and everyone acting weird around me, two days ago my life was so simple, I went to work and I came home then again went to work, but since the time of my day off everything and everyone seemed distorted.

It was not long before I reached Mr Wembley's office, I parked my car and made my way upstairs. Knocking on the heavy oak doors, I was greeted by a faint 'come in'.