- •Reapers, Inc. - Brigit's Cross Prologue
- •1: The Day the Sky Fell
- •2: Things Broken
- •3: Stalked
- •4: Someone to Watch Over
- •5: The Bleecker Street Café
- •6: The Reaper’s Field Guide
- •7: Training Day
- •8: Explanations
- •9: Organizing the Organization
- •10: The Queen That Never Was
- •11: Bobby Hooper
- •12: Moving On
- •13: A Wish to Forget
- •14: For the Love of Dillon
- •15: Seamus Flannery
- •16: Dealings
- •17: Assigned with Seamus
- •18: Reaping the Chupacabras
- •19: Decisions
- •20: Mama Dee
- •21: Belinda Yaris
- •22: Seamus on Fire
- •23: The Reaper’s Apprentice
- •24: Mr. Blackwick’s Discoveries
- •25: Edmund j. Polly
- •26: The Confabulating Irishman
- •27: Brigit’s Side
- •28: Fascination
- •29: Mama Dee, Part II
- •30: Maggie
- •31: The Ire of Mr. Flannery
- •32: The Heaviness of it All
- •33: The Break
- •34: Back in the Swing
- •35: Hearing Matilda Sing
- •36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
36: The State of Reapers, Inc.
“I’m off to Rome again,” John declared as he shrugged into his suit coat and buttoned it. “I trust that all will go well while I’m away,” he asked as he leveled a solemn gaze on Brigit as she looked up from the portfolios before her. She had easily taken over the seat behind his desk and resumed the work of sorting the daily assignments. She had glanced up, John observed, just long enough to grasp the meaning behind his look.
“I’ll call if I need you,” she assured him quietly before returning her attention to the files. “How long will you be gone?”
“Just long enough to interview these few potentials and to make sure all is running well in the office there. I shouldn’t be more than a couple of days,” John assured her. “I was thinking that we should begin separating the files by region so that we can be prepared to open other new offices.”
“That’s a good idea,” Brigit agreed. “I’ll set Belinda to it. It will be a good project for her. Something to keep her focused from her recent distraction,” Brigit said quietly.
She had not been the only one to notice the budding relationship between Belinda and the Irishman Brigit still found herself at odds with. It seemed, however, that she was the only one worried by the potential outcome of it.
“Are you sure all will be well?” John asked.
He was concerned about leaving Brigit alone with Seamus Flannery. John had been trying to make sure they had as little interaction as possible since learning of Seamus’ threat to Brigit. Now, however, he had no choice. The state of the company demanded his presence elsewhere. He could only pray that Brigit would keep her guard up until he could return.
“It will be fine, John,” Brigit said again. “I will call if I need you. I promise,” she said firmly.
“Very well then,” John sighed upon the realization that the subject was closed. He knew Brigit would not voice any concerns – if she had any at all to voice. “Good luck with the work load. The Bailey appears to have found a way to increase his productivity.”
“You’ve noticed?” Brigit laughed. It was true. The Bailey had started depositing his assignments later and the Reapers had noticed the amounts were beginning to increase again. “Get going, John. We’ll all still be here when you come back.”
With that, the head Grim Reaper turned and exited their office. It was theirs, in all honesty. Brigit had voiced her request for her own space, but John Blackwick had pointed out that it was not necessary. As his assistant, Brigit assumed his role and duties when he was not present. To save time, she would occupy his office. Considering the current state of the firm, John mused as he passed Mama Dee in the hall and exchanged a nod of greeting; he was going to be away a lot soon. The office would eventually belong solely to Brigit and John would only find use for it on occasion. Brigit had learned so much over the last couple of months. Soon, John further mused as he reached for the main entrance to 666 ½ Bleecker Street, she might be facing a promotion if the state of Reapers, Inc. continued to go so well.
Brigit sighed heavily as she reached for the next stack of portfolios. She had never truly realized how mentally taxing it could be to sort through the daily mail. She suddenly had sympathy for John Blackwick and his position as head Reaper. A movement at the door to the office distracted Brigit from further thought. It was Mama Dee and she looked concerned.
“Where’s he going?” Mama asked, pointing over her shoulder at the now gone John Blackwick.
“He’s headed back to Rome for a couple of days. He’s found some potential new recruits for the office there,” Brigit explained. “How are you today?”
“I’m okay, I guess. I just finished a hard case. Poor baby,” Mama Dee shook her head sadly. “I hate when a baby passed because its parents were stupid.”
Brigit was not surprised by this declaration. Mama Dee, a woman who had been unable to bear children of her own, could never understand why people who had been better blessed didn’t recognize the gift a child was. Apparently, this consideration had been carried over even in death for Mama Dee.
“How hard did you hug the child before you passed him?” Brigit asked, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Not hard enough, I’ll tell you that,” Mama Dee sighed. “Do you have some more for me?”
Brigit glanced at the short stack John had started. Sadly, there weren’t enough to there to keep her friend distracted from the sadness of her last assignment. She said as much as she passed the files over to Mama Dee.
“It don’t matter,” Mama sighed again as she scooped them up. “I’ll take what you got. So many babies to take care of,” the old woman said.
She pushed herself up out of the chair she had sank into and turned to make her way out of the office. Brigit sighed heavily as she watched her friend retreating down the hall. She was glad John had agreed to bring Mama Dee on. So many babies were waiting and Mama Dee was the perfect one to show them the final moment of love.
Brigit resumed sorting through a few more files before a commotion seemed to erupt in the hall. The sound of the front door slamming open and then shut had startled her. Her pulse calmed, however, after the string of almost unintelligible curse words reached her ears. Seamus Flannery had returned to the office and he sounded none too happy. Brigit caught barely a glimpse of him as he charged into the arsenal room and slammed the door behind him. Even through the thick walls, she could still hear him cursing. Some words in English, some words in Gaelic – other words a mixture of the two. Over it all, she caught the fact that his last assignment had broken the Irishman’s beloved shelaighley and it had pissed him off. She could only imagine what had happened after that.
She heard the door of the arsenal room whoosh open again and Seamus re-emerged. A new shelaighley was in his hand, but his temper still burned. Their eyes met as he made to enter the office but stopped short at the sight of her sitting behind the desk. A dangerous light began to dance in his eyes as he realized the significance of her presence in John’s seat.
“Where’s John?” the flame-haired man asked slowly.
“He’s gone to Rome for a couple of days,” Brigit replied evenly.
Although Seamus Flannery suddenly looked quite the demon standing in the door way, Brigit knew she could not let this sight unsettle her. Seamus had been trying to find a way to push her buttons ever since she had returned from suspension. So far, she had been successful in ignoring him. Now that she was in charge again, she knew she couldn’t continue to do so for long.
“Is there anything I can assist you with?” she asked.
“Ha!” Seamus spat. “I know how yer assistance goes. No, thank you,” he growled as he turned to leave. “I’ll manage on me own just fine.”
“Seamus,” Brigit began, but he whirled to face her once more. His face was bright red with rage.
“It’s ‘Mr. Flannery’ to you, lass!” the Irishman lashed out at her. “Only me friends call me by me Christian name. You are most definitely not one of me friends.” His voice had risen in volume, but Brigit maintained her sense of calm. It seemed to stoke his rage all the more.
“Very well, Mr. Flannery,” she said calmly. “Should you change your mind, I’m here. Now, I suggest that you take a break and calm yourself before you return to the field. I’ll have assignments ready to pass out within the hour.” With that, Seamus turned, muttering something Brigit could only half hear. “I’m sorry?” she asked, hoping he would repeat himself. Instead, he continued walking away with her question quickly following behind him.
Before she heard the slamming of the door to 666 ½ Bleecker Street, she finally heard his reply: Not as sorry as you’re going to be…