Delivered a package today from Professor Loockersmans to William Fitz Roy, CEO of the Commissioners. When I arrived on the 75th floor of the Empire State Building I noticed the stark contrast of the office. There were glass partitions being erected and silver marble lining the floors. A secretary was there to greet me when I stepped off the elevator. She escorted me down a newly formed hallway, extremely art deco in its appearance, all black, white, and glass. Stark. Everything was shining and new. Even the secretary wore a black dress and her hair was pulled tightly in a bun. I felt completely out of place in my brown dress and green satchel.
I was led past an enormous room and saw the longest conference table ever imaginable. There was what looked like a maid polishing the finish on it. It was clear that every detail of this office was deliberate.
When we reached the end of the hallway, two black and silver-trimmed double doors were opened. I was announced by the secretary and Mr. Fitz Roy bid me to enter.
I explained that I would have left the package with his secretary but Professor Loockersmans said I give the package only to him. He had me sit and offered me a drink. I declined. He said not taking a drink was poor form in a business meeting. I replied that I was not aware we were in a business meeting. For some reason I felt a strange air of confidence in this situation. Being such a standout made me feel like I needed to act like a standout.
“You’re missing out on a wonderful Scotch from the Isle of Skye. Nothing from a bathtub in Harlem, I assure you.” He poured himself a drink.
I simply handed him the package and asked, “Does this have to do with John Randel Jr.?”
He said, “You looked him up?”
“It does. Everything here does. City planning is our bread and butter, Miss Graydon.”
And then out of nowhere I asked a question that I felt was none of my business. “How are you associated with the Light Keepers then?” I’m still not sure who the Light Keepers really are. I was hoping he could elaborate. But I noticed the question cut the air and created a moment of discomfort for him.
His face was blank for a moment. “That is a good question. Ask your professor. I’m not at liberty to say.”
I smiled politely and suddenly felt the need to leave, “I’ve taken up too much of your time.”
“Not at all.” He sipped his Scotch. “Always a pleasure Miss Graydon. ” I was promptly shown out.
I vow to the page that I will begin to gather answers even if I have to do some investigating of my own.