Chapter 3: Myra

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- May 15th 2015 7:35 am -

"Miss Gordon ?" Jameson asked knocking on the door. Myra looked up from my paperwork eyeing him.
"Jameson." Myra said briskly placing her papers back on the desk, beckoning him to come in, "what do you have for me?"
"Miss Gordon, three new shippings are arriving tomorrow at exactly 5:54 am ." Jameson informed her, a smile played on the edge of her lips.
"Excellent. I trust you will be there to ensure the procedures are followed through with?" She said.
"Why yes of corse miss." Jameson stuttered.
"Fabulous!" Myra exclaimed, picking up her papers once more.
When Jameson didn't leave she peered up at him inquiringly.
"Anything else Jameson ?" Myra asked impatiently.
"No miss... I mean yes miss..." Jameson seemed to be struggling for words.
Myra's face hardened "out with it then." She stated.
"Miss its about Mr Sylar..." Jameson began.
"Aaron. Yes, what about him?" Myra asked the impatience returning.
"He failed to make a delivery yesterday ... Said he had previous commitments..." Jameson said wearily.
"He fucking what!" Myra stood fury radiating out of her, she took three deep breaths and composed her self. "He is to see me today. At 2pm, no later. understood ?"
"Yes miss ... Of corse miss." Jameson squeaked.
She sat in her seat her eyes blazing, swung around so that she was facing the glass wall with the city view, placing her fingertips together.

"I'm afraid That was your last mistake Aaron." She muttered, a smile sliding onto her face.

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