The Monday Trifecta word prompt is craft, in its third definition as always:
3 : skill in deceiving to gain an end (used craft and guile to close the deal)
the word must be used exactly as is, no variations.
“Would it be witchcraft that you use today to get your way?” Megan tauntingly asked Joseph as they walked through the early morning mist.
“No! I don’t need to craft some silly charm in order to get past that lady’s attention. There are so many other ways to get what I want without compromising my soul!”
“Well, I could always try a little blackmail I guess.”
“Not very crafty, in fact just plain dishonest!”
“Yeah, you’re right, and probably wouldn’t work anyway. Don’t have anything to work with.”
“Well you’ve always been able to find some means to get what you want, I dare say you will manage today too!”
They walked into the court-yard. The mist had been lifting and it promised to be a bright sunny day. Joseph walked up the stairs contemplating his dilemma. He took a deep breath then opened a door. There she was, the young secretary who held his fate in her hands. Of course she didn’t realize her power, and he felt that was just as well.
“Good morning Miss Peabody. Lovely morning after all!” he said cheerily oozing self-confidence.
“Oh, good morning professor. How can I help you sir?”
Now was the time for him to come up with his bright idea. Miss Peabody was like a Dobermann when it came to protecting the dean’s privacy. He’d no appointment, so she wouldn’t let him in to see the big man. Unless…
“Yes, I need to have those notes for that special conference on United Nation resolution number 512 that will be held this afternoon by Dean Howard.”
“Special conference? What special conference, the Dean didn’t mention it to me!”
“The Ambassador contacted him last night, maybe he hasn’t had time to mention it to you. He is in his office right?” he asked as he headed for the dean’s door.
“Well, yes, he just got in 5 minutes ago…but” she’d hesitated a second too long.
“Well, you see then. I’ll just pop in for a sec then!” as he alked through the dean’s door.
“Good morning Dean Howard!” he said, thinking to himself how a little craft peppered with buoyant self-confidence, always goes a long way.