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Published: 02/27/2003Updated: 01/31/2005Words: 23,448Chapters: 8Hits: 3,732
Retrospection
Gwendolyn
- Story Summary:
- Susy Blake travels to London on business and finds more than she was expecting. Part One of "Shadows on the Autumn Moon".
Chapter 01 - Chapter 1 - A Misleading Forecast
- Chapter Summary:
- During the spring of 1995, Susy Blake travels to London on business and finds the mysterious past that she doesn't know she's forgotten.
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- Author's Note:
- June 2006 - I was not sure that I had the desire to continue once Half-Blood Prince came out last year, so I took some time off away from my story. In the end, Susy would not leave me alone saying that any ending was better than none. I knew that if I ever were to continue I would either have to move into the genre of Alternative Universe or give up on my perfectly planned happily ever after. So, while it will be challenging to finish this piece of fiction so that it continues to match cannon rather than the original fantasy, it’s something that I feel I must do. Enjoy!
Shadows on the
Autumn Moon
By Gwendolyn
Part One - Retrospection
Chapter One - A
Misleading Forecast
“...And
for today’s weather. Looks like we’ll have another six to eight inches before
tomorrow
morning, which isn’t going to make driving home tonight any easier. So drive slowly and
I recommend spending the day inside tomorrow with a nice cup of hot
cocoa if
you can…”
Why
can’t meteorology be a more accurate science? There
isn’t supposed to be five inches of snow
in April! But
that’s Salt
Lake City
—always expect the unexpected. Susy
Blake wished that more accurate
predictions could be made, as she turned off the radio on her desk in
disgust. She had left her coat at home
because of yesterday’s forecast of sunshine and high temperatures. What was worse, her car was parked four blocks
away from the Salt Lake Times building. She
was not looking forward to that long and
extremely cold walk.
As
she gathered up the articles that she would work on at home, she began
to go
over the familiar routine of why she just didn’t give up and find a
decent job.
She had to work seven days a week
including holidays (not that the day taxes were due is really a
holiday, but
she thought it would be nice to be able to procrastinate like everyone
else and
work on them today instead of being at work.)
She determined again that she spent far too much time at work
for the
$7.00 an hour she was making. The position provided her with no
benefits and
her title, "Junior Editor of the Editorial Section," was a joke. Basically it was her job to say “good job,”
“wonderful” and “more coffee?” to the official (meaning better
paid)
editorial writers. She had once written
an editorial of her own, but the editor threw it out after he read the
title:
“Man’s Search for Magic.” He said there
were too many facts and that it took the mystery out of the world. But once again she came to the conclusion as
she walked down the stairs that the only reason that she stayed was
because she
didn’t know where else to go. She had a
better job once, but that was when she worked at...
Susy
stopped and gazed out of the foyer window for a moment. It
looked like December all over again with
people rushing about with packages, although the folders they were
protecting
from the snow did not contain toys or gifts but the valuable forms that
would
keep the post office workers busy until midnight.
There was a job that she did not
envy. Before bundling everything up in an extra newspaper to protect it
from
the snow, she noticed a man just outside the front door trying to stay
warm. She thought that he was probably one
of the
many homeless people living in Salt
Lake
that was caught without shelter during the storm. Normally she tried
not to pay
any attention to them because she could do little with her meager
budget, but
this man was different than the rest. He
didn't look like the “homeless” type with his long black…cloak? As she walked toward the glass door for a
closer look, he suddenly turned around and looked directly at her. They were both caught off guard for a moment. It seemed like he was looking into her soul,
searching
for some sign of recognition; and then as if suddenly he found it, he
ran off
into the icy blizzard and vanished from sight.
"Strange,"
Susy muttered as she bent down to pick up some papers that she had
dropped in
the moment of surprise. Having wrapped
everything in the protective newspaper, she quickly left the building.
"Susy?
Susy, are you still there? Wait!"
Jarett, the errand boy, came
running out of the building after her.
"Yes,
Jarett. I'm over here." She walked back into the foyer, dusting off a
few snowflakes that had fallen on her hair. Susy
felt that Jarett was the only person who
understood her because they both had miserable jobs. Jarett
was called the “errand boy”, but he was
hardly a boy. He was twenty-seven years
old, had bleached blond hair, blue eyes, and looked more like a NFL
football
player than a newspaper boy. They had
met during her first year in college and had been close friends ever
since.
"What
is it, Jarett?" she asked.
"I
don't know. Mr. Applegate gave me this
envelope to give to you. It looks
important." Opening the pale blue
envelope, Susy found a note written in silver ink.
Ms.
Blake:
It
has come to my attention that your position does
not fit your current qualifications. Come
to my office before you leave today.
~L.
Rouselore
“That’s
a little bizarre. Ms. Rouselore wants to
see me. I wonder what it’s about.”
“Well,
you’re not losing your job, since Mr. Applegate hands those out
personally in
black envelopes. It’s got to be
something special if Ms. Rouselore is asking for you.” Jarett’s eyes
began to
twinkle as he continued, “Maybe she wants you to inform the general
population
about the tragic romance in her life or is going to dedicate a memorial
or
something to the guy she’s been grieving about for the last hundred
years…”
“Whatever,”
Susy interrupted. “I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow.” Jarett
was a tease and a bit of a gossip. She
realized that this was his way of keeping
the situation light. Neither of them had
ever met Ms. Rouselore, the owner of the Salt Lake Times, but
that
didn’t stop them from enjoying the rumors about her.
They’d even started a few of their own.
“Well, you'd better get up there. I want to know the truth about the million dollar engagement ring she has tomorrow. Bye, Susy.” He flashed a smile, zipped up his coat and ran out to the parking garage. Susy missed him already. She couldn’t think of any other reasons why she had been asked to see the owner of the paper other than to stop spreading the rumors that Jarett had mentioned. But speculation would never lead to the truth, so she quickly walked to the elevator. She hoped no one else could see her knees shaking as she pushed the elevator button. Moments later, although it seemed like hours, the doors finally opened.
“Hi,
Charlie. Seventeenth
floor, please. I need to
speak to Ms. Rouselore.” Charlie was
probably the only elevator operator left in the state. “I
have an invitation if you want to see it.”
“Wow, Susy Q. You can only go up from here. I bet she’s got something special up there for you.” Charlie was like a grandfather to her, always kind and always hoping for the best, even if it was completely impractical. “You know what, Susy Q? I’ve been here at the Salt Lake Times ever since it opened in 1940. I’ve taken a lot of important people to the seventeenth floor: movie stars, C.E.O.s, politicians. However, out of all of them, I think you’re the most nervous.”
“Is
it that obvious?” Susy questioned.
“You just need to relax. Out of all those famous people, Ms. Rouselore is the only one who doesn’t come down—at least, not when I’m here.”
“So
it is true.” Susy’s curious nature
perked up. Was this verification of her
favorite rumor? “She is a tragic lover
trapped by her grief. Oh, tell me all
about it. I love heart-wrenching
romantic tales.”
He
chuckled to himself and gently patted her on the shoulder, “That’s a
story that
will have to wait for another day. We’re
here—the seventeenth and most important floor. Good
luck, Susy Q.”
She stepped out of the elevator into a dark hallway. Unlike the rest of the building, with cubicles crammed into every available space, it looked like the only thing on this floor was the secretary’s desk and Ms. Rouselore’s office. She reached to knock on the office door when she heard voices—loud, angry voices. She quickly stepped behind the file cabinet by the secretary’s abandoned desk, somehow feeling safer there. The voices seemed to be coming from deep within the next room.
“Lori—if
you don’t stop this obnoxious grieving, you’re going to ruin this
project and
lose the business,” a male voice shouted.
“I’m not going to lose anything. And remember, I’m the one Daddy gave the business and responsibility to—not you!” a female voice yelled back.
“Oh,
don’t get me started on that one. You
never wanted it until…oh, never mind.” The
male voice tried to calm down. “Listen to
me as your brother, if not the
chief of this little operation of yours. I
know that you have the means to do anything
you want, and that if you put your mind to it—you can accomplish
anything and
everything. But your heart isn’t in or
at the Salt Lake Times. It’s with
him—and he’s dead. You hear—DEAD!”
“How
dare you!” Something shattered against
the wall. “Get out!”
“I’m
tired of this. When you want to get your
mind out of the grave and back to Salt
Lake, I’ll talk to you about
the
Weasley Project.” He started to leave
but added bitterly, “Sleep well with your memories.”
Susy
pressed herself more against the wall and tried to be invisible as the
door
opened. Mr. Applegate stormed out of Ms.
Rouselore’s office and quickly went to the elevator. Applegate
and Rouselore are siblings,
she thought. That’s just too weird.
Susy stepped out from behind the file
cabinet as the elevator door closed. She
knocked quietly on the door, but quickly jumped when something large
broke
against it.
“Go
away! I’ll take care of the Weasley
Project myself! I don’t ever want to see
you again!”
“Ms.
Rouselore?” Susy spoke timidly. “It’s Miss Blake. You sent for me?”
“Come
in, Ms. Blake.” The irate voice was now
like silk. “Make yourself at home while
I freshen up for a moment.”
Susy hesitantly opened the door and stepped in.