Fire and Ice

The Family Business

As most of you probably know, today is the last day of March Break. It is going to be difficult for me to update every day so I'm going to make this an every other day update. So Tuesday will probably be the next time I update. Sorry about that.

Chapter 7: The Family Business

Sam, Dean and I walked into the office building in downtown London. It was where Harold Wayland had worked 10 years before. We were hoping to talk to his boss, but it was a long shot. The office was a popular place and it was hard to get an appointment, according to people who had worked here.

We approached the front desk, “Hello, I’m John Watson. This is Sam and Dean Winchester, we’re investigating Harold Wayland. We were hoping to speak to Sarah Micheals.”

The small woman at the desk said, “One moment,” then picked up the phone on her desk and dialed a 3 number code. “Mrs. Micheals, we have a John Waston here for you. He says he’s investigating Harold Wayland,” she hung up then told us to go right up.

We got in the elevator and were taken up to the eighth floor. When we arrived up there, Sarah Micheals was waiting for us there. She was a tall, pretty ginger woman with pixie cut hair and thin black glasses. She wore a tight grey business-like dress.

“John Watson, nice to meet you finally. Come with me,” She shook my hand and then we followed her to her office. It was a big, white room filled with expensive furniture, accessories and a large window behind her.

“We’re here about Mr. Wayland,” I said.

“Of course. He was a great man. One of my hardest workers. Our business dropped for a while when he disappeared. When we’d heard that he was back we were all so excited, but then he didn’t remember anything. We still have a spot open for him if he ever decides to come back, or remembers I guess,” Sarah explained.

“Has anyone else left recently, or had a lot of sick days?” I asked.

“No. Well, there was Jim Hartwell, but he got cancer and quit for treatment. He was sweet. We wish the best for him,” Sarah said. “Besides that, everything is normal.”

“How did you find out that Mr. Wayland was back?” Sam asked.

“We were one of the first to find out. I am his employer,” She started.

“Of course,” Sam said.

“What was he like before he disappeared?” Dean asked. “Like, behavioral or more sick days than usual?”

“He was fine. He worked just as hard as he usually did, which is why we assumed that his disappearance had nothing to do with suicide or sickness,” Sarah said.

“And when he returned, he had no recollection of his job here whatsoever,” Sam said.

“Correct.”

“Thank you Mrs. Micheals. We will do our best to find out what happened and get your worker back to you,” I finished, seeing that Sam and Dean had no more questions.

“If I might ask Dr. Watson, aren’t you supposed to be working on solving the Moriarty case?” Sarah asked.

“We’re trying to find connections,” I explained quickly.

She nodded, then said, “Good luck.”

We headed back the way we came. Once we were in the elevator, where no one could hear us, Dean spoke up.

“There was nothing wrong with this guy,” he said.

“I think that confirms our point about him being demon,” Sam said casually.