Rubato
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Rubato - Shawn Swanky
Rubato
Shawn Swanky
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ISBN: 978-1-300-50398-9
1. The call
A man in a blue pinstripe suit with a turned up collar, a white scarf and a dark fedora picked his way through the disorderly Carnival crowd. A downtown clock tower bell pealed 10:00. Cheap hucksters and fortunetellers of every kind worked the crowd on the street around the square. Vehicles had been banished and the usual laws providing public order usually were suspended during the weeklong mid-summer celebration. Overturning routine, flouting official order and enjoyment without consequence were the Carnival’s main themes. Clowns and everyday people masked as the celebrities whose freedom they would like to enjoy, or as the public figures whose power they envied, were everywhere.
At a glance, it would have been a puzzle to guess whether the man in the blue suit was keeping a business appointment as usual against the Carnival spirit or whether he was costumed in harmony with it. Reaching a much abused, aging phone kiosk, he set his thick, black, legal briefcase between his polished black shoes. Shielding his eyes against the morning sun, he glanced up at an office tower across the square. He double-checked the time on a gleaming steel Rolex and then removed it to an inside pocket. A passing Carnival clown needled him that trying to hide from time was the most foolish of errands.
Guarding his briefcase from the snatch and run artists abusing the Carnival spirit, the man dropped a coin in the call box. He leaned in to key a number from memory. The machine responded with its usual digital tones. He waited.
On the outside of the kiosk, a poster painted with the incidental grime of everyday life, and ripped by time, danced slowly in a summer wind. This refreshing breeze would die soon. With its death, the city would become unbearably hot and humid. Carnival goers would flock by the thousands to the waiting arms of countless bars or imaginatively themed house parties. Some smaller number would melt away to backyard orgies or opportunistic trysts spiced by an atmosphere of permissive freedom. The poster invited one and all to the free solstice concert offered by Time Scavengers at the trendy House of Sole.
2. A calling
As a digital wall clock silently turned 10:01, Rita Fiedler’s office telephone chimed like a doorbell. Real Estate Salesman of the Year, Customer Service No 1 and Excellence in New Home Design awards surrounded the clock. Pictures of houses dominated her office walls. An orderly desk centered the well-lit, impeccable space. A slightly raised semi-circular dais made it seem Rita looked up to any client seated in the plush chairs.
An intercom screen immediately opened to cover the Create Yourself Properties sketch on Rita’s monitor. Her firm’s protocol dictated that customer desires should over-ride all other concerns without any need to seek polite consent for a direct approach. The business made no secret that it valued most highly those employees who would tolerate rudeness from well-healed clients. Its studies showed that success was correlated with pleasing the most aggressive clients; that is, those accustomed to making or routinely breaking the inconvenient rules by which others might conduct themselves.
Already distracted from her work, Rita opened her eyes for this new diversion. Now who comes to steal my time?
Knowing her firm’s preferences, she permitted this hint of annoyance only under her breath. Just as the firm had trained its agents, the admonition immediately came to mind that one does not know whether pleasure or discomfort will follow from the unexpected. From the menu, she put the office intercom on Speaker.
Cash on the table, Rita,
announced her secretary, Sera Smith. One Mark Baker says he needs a new house. Sounds ready to go.
Sera repeated the name, pronouncing it distinctly so that Rita could get it exactly right. Since her only salary was a portion of Rita’s commissions, Sera was highly motivated to see that her employer was as well prepared. Sera added, There’s something odd about his voice. Could be a man with special needs? Mark Baker. Show him your stuff, honey, so we can party hard at the close of play.
Rita said, Sera, find me an outside lawyer.
A lawyer….? Okay, will do.
From the intercom screen, Rita selected Record. Replacing her impassive face with a smile, in her most practiced professional sales voice, she said, Good morning, Mr. Baker. I’m Rita Fielder. How may I help you realize your heart’s desire?
In the background, Rita could hear a small band rehearsing for a Carnival show. Recognizing the music from a dance troupe performance she had passed in the square on the first day of Carnival, she realized the man must be calling from the square below. Just as the silence became awkward, a man’s voice with a pronounced wheeze said, Find me the right house.
That’s our only reason for being, Mr. Baker, finding the ideal home to fit your dreams. It depends only on your limits. Tell me what it is you need?
She selected Microphone off and took an audible deep breath. Waiting, she said to herself, Dreams, limits or needs, which path will you go down, Mr. Man?
I have no limits,
the strained voice replied. The band reached an exuberant climax. Rita waited for some explanation or elaboration. But he added nothing. The silence slowly became near unbearable. A voice in the Carnival crowd called, Hurry, we’ll be late!
Finally, selecting Microphone on, Rita invited him to add at least some new hint, No limits?
At the same time, her fingers began racing over her keyboard. She searched for high-end properties with unique features. The firm’s studies showed that clients who imagine that they enjoy complete freedom are the hardest to play, for success is much less assured with people who imagine entitlement to infinite choice. Yet the very best agents always choose this game, if they can, for there are fewer rules and each deal becomes a law unto itself. And the profits can be enormous. On the other hand, everyone knows the natural law that any seeming source of great gains also masks the chance for unimaginable losses.
3. In what key?
I have no limits. Surprise me.
The man at the kiosk forced out the words in his distinctive wheeze. He could hear Rita’s measured breathing through the line. He closed his eyes. He heard her typing, fingers racing in a mad allegro punctuated by Space and Enter. With his free hand, like a Carnival mime, he played along on an imaginary keyboard. Behind him, an itinerant newsvendor called,