me, in what they thought was his good care. Waving good-bye, and with a very gallant sweep, he opened the office door, directing me to a seat with the slightest nod. Standing still, he made sure I was seated before moving from the door. With a slight smile on his face, he entered the small space, closing, and purposely locking the door behind him.
With obvious comfort he slid into his big leather chair. He raised his gaze, intently watching my face, as I looked at the doorknob and the lock.
Waving my hand back toward the glass behind my head, and looking directly at him, I nervously asked, “Bullet proof”?
With the slightest nod, and a smile that had become more of a smirk, he said, “You’re a smart girl. Yep, all of this is bullet proof, every bit of it.”
All of a sudden I was terribly thirsty, and a bit unnerved. As I was about to find out, nothing with this grandfatherly looking gentleman was, as it appeared to be.
He didn’t utter a word, nor did the smile ever leave his lips. As he settled his ample body into the chair, his eyes never left my face.
I took a deep breath, wondering what in the world I had just stepped into.
He could see that I was visibly uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with him, with being locked in his bulletproof office, and very uncomfortable that I didn’t understand what he wanted from me.
After a couple of minutes, he attempted to make small talk by offering me coffee. I barely had the “Yes, black, thank you,” out of my mouth when he twirled around in his chair to a rather compact coffee maker set-up, located directly behind his chair.
He clearly didn’t want me to leave.
He kept staring and smiling at me, as I sipped my coffee. Reluctantly, I asked if he still wanted to go ahead with the reading.
Without hesitation he said, “Absolutely, I have waited a very long time to meet you.” His words were warm, almost friendly, but his eyes were like a shark, dark, cold and emotionless.
I closed my eyes for a moment to clear my mind, opening them to find that he hadn’t even blinked. I cleared my throat and started his reading. Talking in-depth about his close-knit family, his beloved grandchildren, his mother’s health issues, and a problem he had with the circulation in his left leg, methodically delving into every area of his personal life.
In all the years I have been doing this work, I have never been shy about telling a client anything I see. Nor have I ever, no matter how difficult a topic is, withheld anything, but this reading felt different. There were areas of this man’s life that I didn’t want to look at. I didn’t want to know this man, or his business. I tried very hard to avoid talking about his business at all. Keeping it confined to his personal life and the people he loved. I guess he noticed. I purposely hadn’t gone within a country mile of his business, not even mentioning it in passing.
As I do in every reading, when I was done, and had said everything I had to say,
I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to know about.
I barely had the question out of my mouth as his words tumbled on top of mine.
He had just been waiting for the opportunity, “Yes, I want you to talk to me about my business.”
With him knowing that I had purposely avoided the subject, there was nothing else for me to say except, “Well, since we both know you aren’t really in the electrical parts supply business, exactly which business would you like to talk about?”
Still fixed on me, and looking for some interest on my part, he casually said, “I would like for you to talk about sports.”
Well that was an easy one for me. Since I knew absolutely nothing about sports, I relaxed a little bit, comfortably I said, “Sports? Oh, I’m sorry I don’t know anything about sports.”
Well that wasn’t about to detour him a bit, so we were going to have a short game of playing cat and mouse. He leaned forward, reassessing me, his voice taking on a more menacing tone, “Sure you
With obvious comfort he slid into his big leather chair. He raised his gaze, intently watching my face, as I looked at the doorknob and the lock.
Waving my hand back toward the glass behind my head, and looking directly at him, I nervously asked, “Bullet proof”?
With the slightest nod, and a smile that had become more of a smirk, he said, “You’re a smart girl. Yep, all of this is bullet proof, every bit of it.”
All of a sudden I was terribly thirsty, and a bit unnerved. As I was about to find out, nothing with this grandfatherly looking gentleman was, as it appeared to be.
He didn’t utter a word, nor did the smile ever leave his lips. As he settled his ample body into the chair, his eyes never left my face.
I took a deep breath, wondering what in the world I had just stepped into.
He could see that I was visibly uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with him, with being locked in his bulletproof office, and very uncomfortable that I didn’t understand what he wanted from me.
After a couple of minutes, he attempted to make small talk by offering me coffee. I barely had the “Yes, black, thank you,” out of my mouth when he twirled around in his chair to a rather compact coffee maker set-up, located directly behind his chair.
He clearly didn’t want me to leave.
He kept staring and smiling at me, as I sipped my coffee. Reluctantly, I asked if he still wanted to go ahead with the reading.
Without hesitation he said, “Absolutely, I have waited a very long time to meet you.” His words were warm, almost friendly, but his eyes were like a shark, dark, cold and emotionless.
I closed my eyes for a moment to clear my mind, opening them to find that he hadn’t even blinked. I cleared my throat and started his reading. Talking in-depth about his close-knit family, his beloved grandchildren, his mother’s health issues, and a problem he had with the circulation in his left leg, methodically delving into every area of his personal life.
In all the years I have been doing this work, I have never been shy about telling a client anything I see. Nor have I ever, no matter how difficult a topic is, withheld anything, but this reading felt different. There were areas of this man’s life that I didn’t want to look at. I didn’t want to know this man, or his business. I tried very hard to avoid talking about his business at all. Keeping it confined to his personal life and the people he loved. I guess he noticed. I purposely hadn’t gone within a country mile of his business, not even mentioning it in passing.
As I do in every reading, when I was done, and had said everything I had to say,
I asked him if there was anything else he wanted to know about.
I barely had the question out of my mouth as his words tumbled on top of mine.
He had just been waiting for the opportunity, “Yes, I want you to talk to me about my business.”
With him knowing that I had purposely avoided the subject, there was nothing else for me to say except, “Well, since we both know you aren’t really in the electrical parts supply business, exactly which business would you like to talk about?”
Still fixed on me, and looking for some interest on my part, he casually said, “I would like for you to talk about sports.”
Well that was an easy one for me. Since I knew absolutely nothing about sports, I relaxed a little bit, comfortably I said, “Sports? Oh, I’m sorry I don’t know anything about sports.”
Well that wasn’t about to detour him a bit, so we were going to have a short game of playing cat and mouse. He leaned forward, reassessing me, his voice taking on a more menacing tone, “Sure you
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