High Priestess

1.4

June 1976

Stevie was in the middle of typing up a report when the telephone rang next to her. 

"Good Afternoon, Fleetwood Records my name is Stephanie, how can I help you?" 

"Stephanie, or is it Stevie what do you prefer...It's Mick." He tells her.

"Oh Mr. Fleetwood, Stephanie, or Stevie both work for me, I'll respond to either," Stevie explains tucking the phone to her shoulder so she can continue on her report. 

"Well, I like Stephanie...so Stephanie, will you come up to my office please," Mick demands.

"Well sure, but what one is your office? I've only been as far as the H R department." Stevie explains.

"Top floor, double oak doors. When you get up here just walk in." Mick hangs up. 

Lori gives Stevie a look and Stevie just shrugs before sliding her chair back and making her way to the elevator. 

***
As she gets up to the floor, there is a secretary stationed outside of the double doors but she just mumbles a quick go on in, and Stevie gulps before pressing into the giant room. He was waiting for her, sitting and staring as she walked into the room and as she entered he stood up and held his hand out to her.

"What did I do?" Stevie questions as he motions for her to take a seat.

"Nothing dear, nothing...i've just heard a rumour and I want to see if it's true or not." Mick shrugs.

"Oh." Stevie looks at him.

"The rumour is, that you are trying to make money to what...start a business?" 

"Yes." 

"Tell me about it." 

"Um well, when I was a little girl I had two aunts that had premonitions of sorts. They could dream about something and then a few days or weeks later the thing would happen. They called themselves Mystics. Some would call them witches, other's gypsy's. I never paid much mind to it until I was in college and I made some friends that did the same thing. I'm the only business major in my friend group and we collectively agreeded that we want to start a business. This business would consist of selling things like jewelry, crystals, tarot cards, stones, various forms of incense, so on and so forth. I can give you a tarot reading if you'd like." Stevie explains.

"No, I don't believe in that shit...but I have a proposition for you." Mick replies tapping his fingers together his elbows perched on his desk creating a triangle. 

"Oh." Stevie repeats her word from earlier.

"Marry Me." 

"What, Mr. Fleetwood, I work for you and we don't even know each other." Stevie shakes her head.

"You don't have to know me. I'm proposing a business marriage, You're sexy and you'll be good for my image. I'll have a contract drawn up and it will be purley professional. That way you'd have the money you need to start your business." He gives her a look.

Stevie just stares at him for a moment an awkward tense silence filling the room as a Crow came screetching up to the window and smacking right into it causing a loud thud to ring out through the room, making both of them jump. Stevie's heart quickend seeing the crow on the window sill.

"Damn bird." Mick said after a moment.

Stevie clears her throat and then looks between him and the crow.

"Can I think about it?" She asks.

"You have until Thursday at five." He nods.

***