A woman in her late thirties, who can be quite decisive.
A man in his late twenties, who can be quite aggressive.
The story begins in an office.
Someone telling the truth isn’t believed.
Your character is not afraid to get involved.
This is what Random Plot Generator threw at me, so here goes.
The offices of Blah Blah Publishing were quiet. Mrs. Thomas sat behind her desk, enjoying the sun on her back, from her office right on the top floor of the building (34th floor)
She was reading the first three chapters of a book called The Starving Games. When one of her employees found something worthwhile through the hundreds of manuscripts they received everyday, a copy was made, and sent straight to Mrs. Thomas. She did own the company after all. Whenever there was something really eye catching, a copy was slammed onto her desk. She would then have a big say in whether Blah Blah Publishing would try and pursue the book.
She finished her copy of The Starving Games, set it down, and sat back in her leather desk chair. It was good. It had certainly gripped her, but, was it enough?
She pressed the little intercom button on her desk that was directly linked to the one on her assistants desk just next door to this one.
“Karen? I need that Stephen Bosch’s number, and a cup of coffee straight away.”
“Right away Mrs. Thomas.”
She leaned back again, deciding whether or not she should call Stephen or not.
She sat still, thinking, until her assistant Karen walked through the door, holding a cup of steaming hot coffee and small piece of paper, which Mrs. Thomas could see had a number written very neatly on it.
“Thank you Karen.” said Mrs. Thomas, smiling warmly up to her assistant from her desk.
“Only a pleasure Mrs. Thomas. I’ll be right next door if you need anything.” and she left the office, silently shutting the door behind her.
Mrs. Thomas stared at the little piece of paper that Karen had brought her. She had never made a decision so quickly about a book, but something about The Starving Games was urging her to pick up the telephone and give Stephen a call. So that’s exactly what she did. The phone rang 3 times, until it was picked up, and a deep, sleepy voice answered.
“Hello? Who is this?”
Mrs. Thomas spoke instantly.
“Mr Bosch, my name is Mrs. Thomas, and I work at Blah Blah Publishing. You were the one who sent in The Starving Games, am I correct?” She spoke very slowly, allowing Stephens mind to wake up and understand her at the same time.
“Blah Blah Publishing… The Starving Games… Yes, that was me.” He still sounded half asleep.
“I was wondering if we could meet Mr. Bosch, to discuss The Starving Games?
“Um, yes! Of course!” He didn’t sound like he had been sleeping at all now. On the contrary, he sounded extremely excited. “When and where do you want to meet?”
Mrs. Thomas didn’t speak for a moment, until finally saying; “How about M&T? Grab a cup of coffee. Say… half an hour from now?”
“Yes! I’ll be there! Thank you so much Mrs. Thomas!”
“Good-bye Mr. Bosch”
End of Part 1