For the summer, the weather was surprisingly stable. Bright and sunny, with a light breeze. It was picture-perfect. If only the day would end as beautifully as it began. Roland Ashton scratched at the irritated skin just under his turtle neck, tapping his foot impatiently as he watched the freighter approach the dock, much too slow for his liking. Now and then he received dirty looks from yard workers, the middle class blue collars obviously had no appreciation for fine footwear or they wouldn't shoot such glances at his feet. It couldn't possibly be that obnoxious tap tap tapping...no, of course not.

Things couldn't possibly go wrong today. New D&G loafers, new rental car, and a shipload of theater equipment he had rented out to a small New York theater company. It was a small business project of his, but he realized that small billings across the world would rather rent their equipment for the length of their shows rather than invest in supplies they wouldn't need for nine months out of the year. He would need to hire a personal assistant for this type of thing, waiting out in the sun with dirty men, sweating through his top wouldn't do for a man of his class.

It was another dreadful hour before he even received the papers that would ship the curtains, fly equipment, flats, spotlights, sound and light equipment, and a myriad of other expensive necessities for the stage to his warehouse where it would wait to be rented out again. He scanned over each item carefully, making sure nothing was left off of the cargo manifest. His eyes stopped over some new additions, including things like costume racks, coffee machines, chairs and tables and a...soda machine? Well he wouldn't complain if they accidentally sent him some extra things from the theater. It was all gain for him.

He initialed here, signed there, and wasn't back in his car soon enough. A true drama queen, he blasted the A/C to level five and sped off, adding a couple of more spiteful looks to his already enormous collection.

"Canya believe tha guy?" Spat a worker, wiping a bandanna across his sweaty brow. "Tha nerve of some people, eh?" It took them about two hours to load everything onto moving trucks, which would soon depart to their final destination in the heart of London.

Just giving you a little peek at his next destination! New chapters up by the end of the week...this damn Hurricane is keeping me out of work so i have writing time!

P,S...Stonehenge anyone? We have all of the U.K at our disposal!