Chi Foa sat at her desk eating noodles , bored to death. Then a women came into the office. She had a slender figure with long , black silky hair and manicured nails. Her teeth where so bright they lit up the sullen room. Chi sat awkwardly next to this perfect girl and started to feel self conscious. She woke up late so she had messy hair and a cheap shirt that looked like her nan's carpet. She looked down at her shirt and was horrified to sea that she had slopped ramen all down her top.
"Mr Ling wants to talk to you" she said , disgusted at the state of Chi's appearance.
Chi was shocked!Mr Ling never wanted to talk to anyone and ,well,frankly, no one wanted to speak to Mr Ling. The woman led a nervous Chi into a large steel and glass section of the building , built to comemorate the induction of Ki Joa as the Chinese premier. The woman silently ushered her into a room in the far end of the corridor . Chi stepped inside.The room (hall was more fitting) was built by an architect that must have had buckets of spare concrete lying around when he designed it. The large square windows dotted around the room had been covered up with thick sheets of black paper , obscuring her vision. The room smelt of stale bread and a dusty purple carpet stretched from end to end ; tattered ends. The old man of time had seemed to curse every surface in dust and soot that the city produced plentifully. Larges boxes and sets of furniture where covered in grey cloaks , as she walked down she played a guessing game about what would be under there. Old tables? Or something darker...
The only 3 pieces not covered by the cloths were a oak desk , an oak chair and a dim lamp. Behind the lamp was Mr Ling. The lamp should have revealed his face but the list it admitted was so weak it made no difference , even making the room darker. Chi stood awkwardly in front of the desk. After a long moment of silence Mr Ling turned up the light so that she could finally see his features.
He had thin, sly eyes that stared intently at Chi.His face was slender however his age meant his neck was slightly saggy. Chasms of age stretched across his face. He attempted a smile but the rest of his face still was fixed in a icy look.
"I've got a job for you" he said.
YOU ARE READING
The Twisted Dragon
General FictionChi Foa has a boring desk job in the Chinese Communist Parties office. However Mr.Ling takes an interest in her. She carries out "special tasks" for him. But soon she questions if she is on the right side. Will Chi play a pivotal role in bringing do...