Kite had arrived at the Citizens Hotel with over an hour to spare, and he found himself waiting in the Byzantine shortly thereafter. It wasn’t that he had a lot of equipment to set up, he only brought his laptop. Nor did he need to go over many notes, as there weren’t that many to review. Nor did he need time to call contacts or to set up details with management, as these were already taken care of.
Kite want the additional time to calm and steel himself, to mentally prepare for what would most likely be a violent, battering storm of a meeting.
With his cane leaning against what appeared to be an old boiler, the Syndic had taken to leaning against one of the small tables, his eyes closed as though to meditate. Occasionally he would take a sip of a diet soda to settle his stomach. In a way, Kite felt guilty. Reverb had spared no expense to catering for this Assembly. Dishes of Beer Steamed Pacific Clams and Mussels, Soil Born Kale Salad, and what looked like an ornately prepared Gnocchi, even handmade ice cream and sorbet, were all set out for the coming participants. But Kite’s nerves were so rattled that it was all his stomach could do to tolerate an occasional sip of his cola.
“I’m sorry Reverb… it smells delicious.” He took another small sip of his drink to settle his stomach, before casting a quick glance over to the new libertine who was fussing with his iPod. Kite quickly turned his attention back to the relatively small number of notes he took, not so much to review as to take his mind off of what he suspected to be an approaching firestorm. “Maybe my appetite will return after this meeting is over…”
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