Chapter 3

“I’ll be there.”

Evan hung up on one of the weirdest phone calls he’d ever had. He didn’t know what he had gotten into but he’d give it a try. After all, he needed those five hundred bucks.

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Ten to ten the next morning, he arrived in front of the building at the address he had been given. Evan looked up and swallowed nervously at what could be the thirty, no, forty-story building. No wonder that secretary asked a lot of bizarre questions. Evan fixed his tie, cleared his throat, and stepped in through a revolving door.

“Hi,” he greeted the receptionist.

“Good morning, sir. Can I help you?”

“Yeah, uh. I have an appointment.”

“Right. May I get your name, sir?”

“It’s Foster. Evan Foster. I’m supposed to meet with the manager of HR.”

The receptionist typed something into the computer. “You’re meeting with someone from Donaghue’s office,” she said with eyes never lifting from the computer screen.

“Yes, I am.”

“It’s the tenth floor, sir. They are waiting for you.”