“Rachel, would you inform the Director that I have arrived with the package?”
Jesse stood tall, like a man years above his own age. There was a commanding air about him, as if he could have been the director of this place. But of course, that was absurd – something that might make a good twist in a novel, perhaps. This, however, was real life, no matter how strange it had gotten in the last few years. At least, Redman was fairly confident he was not in a novel. After all, his father had been destroyed by giant cockroaches. What kind of sick person would come up with something like that?
Currently, Redman figured he’d put money on Jesse being the Director’s son, or something along those lines. Enough to give him a swagger of privilege around this place, without him having any real power.
“Of course, Mr Destine,” said the receptionist, Rachel. “The Director is waiting for you in the Bentleigh sector – he had some important business to attend to there.”
Jesse walked off, and Redman followed, wondering if they had a different sector of the building for each proposed suburb of New Adelaide. “Why do you have an entire sector dedicated to, I assume, conveyancing in the Bentleigh area?” he asked.
His guide didn’t answer for a while, instead heading straight toward an elevator. It was only when Jesse pushed the down button that he turned around and seemed as if he might give an answer.
“You probably think we have a whole sector for each New Adelaide suburb or something,” said the young man. “That’s not entirely the case. We have a sector for each suburb we have identified as crucial to the Zircon Clan’s mission, such as a sector for conveyancing close to Elwood, but other suburbs simply have their own room.”
“Their own room?” Redman said, staggered. “But there are hundreds of suburbs around Adelaide. And honestly, it feels like you are ripping off quite a few Melbourne suburb names as well. Surely you don’t have space for all that.”
As the elevator door opened, Jesse simply gave Redman a wink and stepped inside.