• Public

  • Public
  • Network
  • Groups
  • Featured
  • Popular
  • People

“I told you, I’m having a think about it…. That’s a bit early, isn’t it? Yeah, I sure get that… yes… Yes, I will call you back…. Yeah… yeah, Monday morning the latest… yeah… I will let you know…. Goodbye, Mr. Miller.” Randall hung up. “Miller? What Miller?” Lix couldn’t hold back her curiosity. “Upper-Floor-Miller.” “Walt?” Lix recalled the small, unassuming man with his bald patch and round glasses. While he held no official position within the organizational chart of the BBC, he was the grey eminence, the necessary evil, the deus ex machina, the man that secretly ruled that gigantic monster of an organization. Nothing in the BBC happened without his approval, nothing could be stopped without him. Nobody knew how he got into this position and why he was so powerful, probably because he had good connections to Downing Steet and Buckingham Palace, even more likely because he knew a lot of skeletons in the closet of people in power. The reason why Lix referred to Walter Leonard Miller simply as ‘Walt’ was because the man who seemed to know every weakness of every member of the BBC had some very specific weaknesses himself, and Lix knew them. Nothing she would tell Randall about, of course.