Meet me at Midnight

Chapter 22: September Peace

"Beau" Eri came into the office in a hurry, his heart rate was up and his eyes exposed his panic. "Another letter from the Queen. I've already let Allan know. This one was taped to the restaurant door when we opened up this morning." He handed it over and started pacing.

      Beau looked at the envelope and laughed. "Apparently the block has effected her." Elsu nervously stood in the doorway so Beau showed him the front of the envelope "That bastard Beau... yeah I've pissed her off now."

     Elsu laughed "Only because she has no one to deliver it to the restaurant, can't see anyone to pay to do it." He thought "does that mean she has no one to pay to attack you?" He turned "never mind I don't want to think about it..." he hurried to his room and turned on his music.

     Beau raised his eyebrows and shrugged "What I'm think is that now we get to see who is helping her out of loyalty and who was being paid too." He opened the envelope and read

Bastard

How dare you, who do you think you are that you assume you have the authority to dictate the Muse community. They are too stupid to know what's best for them and you are too stupid to know what you're messing with.

They will suffer for your arrogance, I will make them suffer greatly until you release the  damn spell....

     Beau didn't even bother reading the rest he sat the letter down on the desk and dialed the number of the lead newspaper for the community "hello, this is Beau O'Reilly..."

    "Wow, Mr O'Reilly, what brings you to calling us?"

    "Well, as I'm sure aware there is a little tiff between me and this Muse Queen," he paused to let the man speak.

     "We're aware, why tell us about it now?"

     "There have been letters sent to me from the Queen usually it the standard, I'm going to kill you bluff however this last letter seems to be something the community in general might be interested in. Can you come by?"

     "Most definitely, can I get access to all her letters?"

     "As I said, most of them say the same thing, I'm going to kill you... she really lacks an imagination."

    The man laughed "I'll be right over." As he hung up Beau could hear him giving orders, demanding people be ready for a hot new headline.

    Allen had been listening but said nothing until now "are ya sure that's best lad?"

     "Read for yourself," he handed over the letter then watched as Allen scanned it and started laughing. "So you agree then?" Allen said nothing just handed it back and headed for the kitchen laughing.

The reporter got to the apartment so fast Beau was wondering if he literally flew. "Why the laughter, Mr O'Reilly?"

      Beau opened the door and gestured for him to come in "I was wondering in my head if you had wings," he cleared his throat and tried to continue without laughing "I uh," he snickered a bit " for some reason was only picturing my friend Allan with fairy wings." He burst out laughing again but this time the reporter was smiling.

      "I heard that lad," Allan came around the corner out of the kitchen "Leprechaun don't have wings. We don't need them. We're faster and more agile than those flittering devils without them."