It really was a lovely day for many things other than what he was doing right then.

The sun shone down on a field full of bluebells. A touch of cloud here and there just to make the sky decorative. A gentle breeze carrying the scent of the flowers. Especially as the flowers got crushed by the weight being dragged over them.

The dragging left a trail, but it couldn't be helped. He had to get the body somewhere isolated where it wouldn't be discovered for a while.

It was supposed to be a simple job. Befriend him, keep him company, make sure he's OK, at least until the company made its quarterly statement. He wasn't a finance guy, but apparently the Board had high hopes for good stakeholder response to the news.

As long as the CEO didn't turn up dead.

So he had suggested something low-key, maybe go somewhere far away from everything, so the guy could just relax and not have to think about anything for a couple days...not the Board, not the stock price, not the FDA issue that apparently had been winding down.

And the guy had agreed. He fancied himself a naturalist and knew of a cabin out in the hills near a field that was supposed to come into bloom around that time. Which sounded perfect. What could happen in a field of flowers in the middle of nowhere?

A heart attack, that's what. Not a sniper, not a mugger, not a feral beast. Just a stumble and a collapse.

He'd had a course in CPR back in the day, but it didn't seem to help. He gave it a good effort until he couldn't any more, as the sun made the flowers glow and the occasional butterfly flitted into his field of vision.

He'd checked his phone and of course had no cell service. He was on his own, him and flowers and butterflies and a job description that was possibly open to interpretation.

He decided that if what was wanted was news of something happening to the CEO not preceding the quarterly report, then that was something he could accomplish.

So, once he recovered from his heroic subsidized efforts at life-saving, he stood, grabbed the CEO under the arms and began his heroic (hopefully subsidized) efforts at body-moving. He would get the man back to the cabin, sit him up in a chair, and let it look like he'd died alone, looking out at the scenery. Maybe he'd even make a cup of tea to get cold along with the man.

It really was a lovely day.