Progress

To the management:

I realize that I’ve not written in quite some time. Know that I have been properly chastened by your most recent response. I must speak on the matter of Mr. Stevenson’s possession of late.

While you may be concerned about Stevenson’s current plight, rest assured that this bodes naught but well for our machinations. As you know from previous attempts, this erratic behavior is a necessary side-effect of our progress. Unlike our previous attempts—and one in particular, which I’ll not mention because I know it currently weighs heavily in your thoughts—Stevenson has not taken an oppositional stance to the enabler of his delusions. Yes, he may fume and rage, and yes, he may break a glass vase over my head, yet his curses are but terms of endearment. Otherwise, he whines and blubbers and laments his sadness, all the while embracing me closer and falling further into drink. This makes him much more pliable to my task. Before this recent alcoholic apoplexy, I had to furtively dodge Mr. Stevenson’s attentions in order to find a ripe moment and an open milk carton of juice bottle. Now, I have but to offer to pour him a drink, retiring to the kitchen where I may feel free to partially disrobe and discharge my duty without threat of discovery.

Rather than pointing to the danger of Mr. Stevenson’s condition, I would argue that out current situation further cements my previous argument that this is no job for a Soldier. Had any mercenary been called in, Mr. Stevenson would have been irrevocably lost to us. This task should rest in the hands of an Actor, and does so comfortably.