An Excerpt From a Short Story

It was a crisp October afternoon, a perfect fall temperature with a cool breeze whisked in his face, the subtle scent of salt reminded him he was in Boston, if the cobbled stone path and brown bricked colonial buildings of the university failed to do so. As he walked across the cobble pathway, he smiled as he observed the brilliant fall colors in the yard. He was a man of no more than fifty and his once dark brown has was starting to fade to gray. With a swift flick of his arm he glanced down at his platinum and gold Rolex watch, it was three after three. He was now running late for a very important cocktail, hastening his stride he nearly collided with a student on his way to class. After exchanging apologies, he continued on his path away from the ever so boring business meeting he barely heard a word of due to his great distraction. In a few moments time he was met by the end of the campus, as he crossed under the gate emblazed with an H and the university crest his black Mercedes came into sight. Climbing into his car, he was met by the instantaneous low rumble of the German engine. It was now 3:13 according to his Rolex, "Seventeen minutes, I can't be late."