151 Interup (2/2)

She walked forward into the empty wide spread of land and looked a the small playground in front of her and the larger playground beside it. It was filled with people, those with the right to eat outside at that time. Which would be the specials and the first floor asylum patients.

There were a lot of people out in the fields today as most of the people in both areas had earned the right to have recess after lunch. The people that hadn't, would still be inside, eating food in their rooms. It would be much louder in an hour or so when the prisoners in their jails would be allowed to come out for their recess. Thank god she was leaving before them.

She hated to hear a lot of loud sounds at once.

She walked past the special's playground, looking over the fence to the few that actually liked to interact with each other and the groups of specials that walked with each other but never interacted. It was fun to observe them in this way. To see from afar at those who seemed to be getting better and others who just liked to stay by themselves. Getting involved was something she did on only one day of the month each month. Thank god it wasn't this month.

She continued past the playground to the gate blocking the parking lot and waited for a bit as the gates slid open, letting Mrs. Cloud through.

They walked into the parking lot and to the black car that would be housing Mrs. Cloud's travels for the day. The silver that carried her the day before had been carried to the carwash for a thorough cleaning. She wanted to get off any debris or particle that was brought into that car by the unwanted person it carried.

She knew that as she stepped into her car that she had been watched as she walked from the building she existed out of to the gates. She was always being watched every time she stepped out of the building. Curious eyes from those in the courtyard to the guards that watched over them. They never seemed to get tired of trying to get a peek at her every time she walked out of a building.

”Did you water the loans yesterday?” Mrs. Cloud asked her secretary as she stepped into the black car, a bodyguard closing it behind her.

The secretary quickly ran to the passenger seat, next to the driver, and pulled open the door of the car, and entered it. She had 5 seconds to answer each question on days like this. Any later and it would set off Mrs. Cloud in a bad mood. Her bad moods were never one to be experienced.

”No ma'am,” The secretary replied.

Mrs. Cloud sat in silence for a moment before smiling. ”That's good.”

The secretary blushed, having received a compliment from Mrs. Cloud. And nodded her head. ”Yes ma'am.” She turned to the driver and nodded, to which the driver started the engine and began to move the car.

She reversed out of the parking spot and drove forward to the outer gate, stopping for a moment while it opened and a car carrying the bodyguards hurried to stop behind them. Soon after, the gates slid open and Mrs. Cloud's car drove out of the parking lot.

”What's happening today?” Mrs. Cloud asked her secretary.

Already ready to receive the question, the secretary began to recite the items listed on the screen of her tablet. ”First we have a meeting with Dove entertainment. They wanted to request a special entrance to the asylum to shoot a shot for their star's music video. If replied to, the shooting will take place at 8 pm. Then we have a follow-up meeting with RNDN co-founders and another meeting, the one missed yesterday at 3 pm. From 4-5 you have a one hour interview with the magazine that reached out to you yesterday and at 5-6 another with a company that they are in cooperation with .”

Mrs. Cloud nodded her head. ”Anything going on with the asylum today?” she asked.

The secretary scrolled through her list until she found something. ”Ah.. we're having some new admits today at 6:30 pm of patients and prisoners. About 20 for the jail cells and 15 for the asylums.”

It wasn't minutes after the secretary's report that the car came to a stop.

Mrs. Cloud let out a deep sigh as she looked at the driver. ”What is it?” she asked.

The driver promptly replied. ”There's someone on the path,” she reported.

”Who in the world would it be-” Mrs. Cloud muttered as she watched as a bodyguard from the car behind her came out to look at what was on the path. He immediately turned around and walked to the secretary's window, rapping his hand on it.