… Before I have time to feel pleased with myself
the air stewardess returns, “Mister Em will see you now,” she smiles.
Had she been waiting until I found the camera?
Would things have been different if it had taken longer?
We engage in pleasantries as we walk the long
corridors of Mister Em’s power but I do not afford them my full attention,
for my mind is still whirring from that discovery in the waiting room.
What can it mean?
I am shown into a large dining room and the door is
closed behind me with a final, full-on, highly suggestive smile.
It feels like I have passed some sort of test.
Maybe not everyone makes it this far?
The dining room when I focus on taking it in presents another test.
The walls are lined with ornately framed pictures of people who I
take to be Mister Em’s ancestors.
At the far end of the room two red-leather, brass-studded armchairs
are positioned on either side of an open fire place.
An elaborate chandelier hangs overhead and the rest of the room
is taken up by a long dining table and its attendant chairs.
Curiously, the dining table is draped with a St George’s Flag.
It calls to my mind the coffins of the military war dead.
‘What the…’ I start to think but before I can finish the thought,
the door on the opposite side of the room opens…