"Foreman Unwell, good day to you sir." Hatchet removed his bowler.
"Good day to you, as well Mr. Froust." Foreman Unwell sat at his desk writing in his ledger. Grey watchful eyes focused on the thick vellum of his book, fountain pen gliding effortlessly across the page.
"As you know, I’m here to confirm preparations for the expedition. Chairwoman Audora is eager to get started on this latest acquisition. You know cars don’t run on electricity! At least we’re still trying to remember how that works." He scratched his head.
"How’s your wife – what was her name?"
"I heard she’s doing well down at the recycling facility. She started as a basic sorter but now she’s in operations. Good for her."
Awkward pause. Hatchet rocked on his heels and looked out the window.
"I guess you’re a smart enough man to know why I really am here." Hatchet said with a sly grin.
"The committee needs assurance of my silence. I know, location of the petrol won’t be disclosed to any rival corporations."
Hatchet looked momentarily dumbstruck, then regained his composure.
"Why, yes. I need your…Promise. Well, legally it’s worthless in all honesty. If you disclosed anything to anyone you would be terminated and sued for everything you’re worth and then you and your family would be sent to forced labor camps. But you know all of this. Sometimes I like – "
"Yes, I do."
Rocking paused. “Good. I see it was truly unnecessary for the visit. Say hello to your wife for me.” He put on his hat “I look forward to your report in about a month.”
Hatchet left, but before leaving added ”Oh and watch out for the ghosts in the trees. Some ranger said they saw a freak monster with big eyes. Said there was a whole lot of them out there somewhere in the deep forest. Who really knows what’s out there after the world changed. Anyways, adieu.” Hatchet slid out the door.
"Will do." Unwell looked up from his work and said to no one in particular.