Meeting Jacob

Raul inhaled deeply as he walked from one end of the room to the other, his eyes intermittently going to the huge wall clock right opposite the head chair of the long table. He was looking his normal self now, well groomed, and smelling nice.

He folded his arms across his chest when the clock struck thirty minutes after he came into the office.

When Jeremy had mentioned that he was coming with the ancients, was it a futuristic event, like maybe in two days?

Raul shook his head. He remembered that Jeremy had spoken of it as a now event, something happening in the present. When Raul heard the sound of many feet walking in the hallway, toward the office, he knew that he had been worked up for nothing. They were here.

Taking in another deep breath, he calmed himself down, relaxed his focus and emotions, and then sauntered to his seat and sat, waiting for a group of people who he had thought never existed, a people that would perfectly align with Olivera’s description of herself in her