He didn’t have to worry for long as a woman pulled open the doors and greeted him warmly. The meeting would be held in this room. It was dominated by an oak table that looked as if it was as heavy as it was elegant. The walls were a dimly lit dark red and all the accents were either of wood or carefully chosen complimentry colors. All in all, he had seen similar meeting rooms at his work place, so seeing one here felt slightly out of place.
“I’m Mrs. Wright, the hostess,” the woman began warmly. She resembled the only actress in Hollywood that was respected for her movies and charities mostly because there was no blemish on her record. The long, curly brown hair had been accented with her slightly red make-up that was all the more subtle in the light. She stood tall in a knock-off dress of that actresses favorite designer and almost matching high-heels. Mr. Green had the distinct impression that the woman would have been as successful in Hollywood as she was in her present work. Mrs. Wright continued, “I was so honored to discover that the meeting was to be held here. I had almost forgotten about this room, but as far as a last-minute environment can be put together, my staff did very well. So it seems half of us are here. Your seat is beside mine.”
“How did you know that? Neither of us have met before.” Mr. Green asked.
She smiled sweetly, “By process of elimination. One guest is already seated, one guest I know, and you must therefore be Mr. Green, neither seated yet nor known to me. Now we do have some sustanence for your pleasure, freshly brewed Chai tea, crisp hothouse cucumber sandwiches, aldar smoked salmon sandwiches, and an array of cookies.”
It was quite a spread. Mr. Green passed up the sandwiches and took a double helping of cookies to wash down the Chai tea. He noted that the seated guest looked familiar, but he couldn’t place where he knew him. While waiting, Mr. Green sipped the too hot tea and wondered just what was going on. Not long after he was seated, the last two guests walked in as if they owned the place. The man sat at the head of the table. The woman talked with Mrs. Wright before taking her seat on the opposite side of Mrs. Wright. After a few minutes the man stood up and called the meeting to order.
“I am Professor Oaken. I borrowed my alias from the classic ‘July 4th: Intergalatic Independance Day’ The rest of your alias were drawn by lot from a staffer’s lost baseball cap. None of us can tell each other who we are, but all of us carry the necessary credentials. To my right is Ms. Veracruz and Dr. Wong. To my left is Mrs. Wright and Mr. Green. As we are all well aware, recent events have forces to make the educational system give a few concessions namely, religion will be taught in high schools nationwide at the beginning of the next calendar school year. Mrs. Wright?” The man stated.