Axel
Far above the hustle and bustle of the large cosmopolitan city of Cape Town, where the plebeians were mugging each other down in the streets, another extraordinary character was peering out over the brilliant blue of Table Bay - wondering what his mom was making for supper. It was a sunny corporate office with thick pile carpets and large windows. Uninterrupted views over the majestic sights of Table Mountain to the one side and the busy international harbour on the other.
A top of the range Nokia 7805xi with intuitive technology of embedded Bluetooth, IM, VP functionality and quadband rang once in polyphonic mode, interrupting his thoughts.
Irritated by the intrusion, the phone was picked up by an immaculately manicured hand and raised to an ear with an expensive gold, gypsy style earring in it that drove girrrls wild. Needless to say, the ear was attached to a head with a fresh crew cut, neatly groomed goatee and piercing blue eyes. The suit was Saville Row and clearly not off the shelf. He swivelled in the leather executive chair to put his expensive shoes on the corner of his imported beech wood desk while looking out over the harbour. “Yes” he barked with a quick glance at his Rolex.
Beetlejuice was correct in presuming that Axel would be just as bored as he was. In terse terms he ran the idea past Axel, whom, being suitably blessed with an abundance of grey matter, rarely needed information to make decisions. Omitting minor details like costs, passports, bikes with papers and other trivial detail such as lights, indicators and mirrors, the idea was passed on in clipped, businesslike phrases. Needless to say, Axel was smitten with the idea as the well thought out plan was presented in Beetlejuice’s usual convincing manner.
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