Day Two

My sentence today was: “You know… there is nothing as tempting as a locked door.”

Trailer parks in the future are definitely not what they are today. Mobile living is the epitome of social standing. Cruising your luxury home around the county at will is the easiest way to show how much money you have. Trailer parks are 5 star resorts where your luxury home can take up shop for as little as one night or years on end. It all depends on how much money you are willing to fork up. If you own a home with 4 stationary walls on a solid foundation it doesn’t matter how big it is, or luxurious it is- you, will never be one of the social elite.

Veronica was one such socialite. She wasn’t born into this world by any means. Quite the contrary in fact. A girl born on the ‘wrong side of the tracks’ who by chance met her traveling Prince Charming, whilst delivering some very ethnic Thai food. This was quite the feat in itself since in normal circumstances they never would have met. Normally when someone in the working class needs to deliver something to a rich tycoon they simply leave it with the guard at the front desk, or the secretary. The proverbial middle man always the barrier keeping the classes apart.

On this fateful day Veronica got the ticket to deliver lunch to Steven Brandt C/O Brandt Industries. This mobile giant of the digital world was in town for a conference on the future of the physical commerce world in the ever evolving climate of online banking and stock exchange. Brandt had made his billions early in life when he wrote a code for the single most popular software in the financial industry. The entire world adopted it. Businesses, stock brokers, even first world governments. Its almost A.I algorithms nearly put every human worker on the stock exchange out of a job. No one had seen Steven in person in almost 10 years. He held himself up in his luxury Recreational Vehicle which also doubled as the mobile office of his fortune 500 company. He would only teleconference for meetings and sent emails for all his communication. With only one other employee, Steven’s bodyguard/ driver/ personal assistant/ best friend Walter, the company fit quite nicely in the R.V.

Veronica recognized the address.

“Three Rivers? That is the most exclusive park in the world.”

“And you get to go there, I am jealous.” said Robert

“Why? You know I wont see anyone. No one ever does. You are lucky if you even make it though the front gates. And then if you do, you always make the hand off. You know just as well as me that no one sees him.” Veronica said.

“Girl, I have never known a locked gate or a security guard to stop you from getting what you wanted.” said Robert

“You know… there is nothing as tempting as a locked door.” Veronica said, a sly smile creeping across her face. “Who knows maybe today is the day I make history. See his face and then go on every sleazy talk show that will have me to tell my tale.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it, shit. I will be waiting by the phone to bail your ass out again. It is a wonder you still have a job as a delivery person.” Robert said as he walked away.

Veronica loaded the food into her satchel and got on her bike. It would take 15 mins to get to Three Rivers and she had history to make. When she pulled up to the gates the parks security guard let her in. He has been notified of the delivery earlier that afternoon. “One gatekeeper down, one to go.” she thought to herself. She rode threw the park gazing at all the luxury homes, kids playing the Astroturf yards. Socialite trophy wives sunbathing, martinis in hand. She made her way to the last lot at the very back of the park. The biggest R.V she had ever seen was parked there. A double wide, double decker black jumbo Dreamliner. The absolute top of the line. She didn’t see anyone there so she walked up to the door and knocked. She waited for a few seconds and knocked again

“Thai Thai delivery” she said and then waited for a response. Nothing, she spoke again louder this time. “Thai Thai delivery for Steven Brandt. Again no answer. She looked down at the door handle, looked around, and went to grab it. Just as she was about to turn the knob the door popped open. A tall, blonde, lanky man was standing in the living room. Their eyes met and she could see fear in his. They stared for what seemed like an eternity as his gaze slowly turned from horror to something else. Something inquisitive, and then… kind. Just as it did she was ripped from where she stood by a huge, muscled man.

“I am so sorry Steve. I must have fell asleep in the chair out back. I will take care of the girl.” Walter said apologetically.

“WALTER WAIT!! Let her come in, I ordered enough food for the three of us.” Steven said finally.

“Steve are.. are you sure?” Walter asked still holding Veronica over his shoulder.

“Yes” Steven said hesitantly “It would be nice to have some company don’t you think?”

Walter set Veronica down and looked at her puzzled. He looked back at Steven and then back to Veronica. He leaned in and whispered into Veronica’s ear “You must really be something special”.