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somewhere?” He noticed no change in the large man’s demeanor.
“No. I, uh, am new to the area and I am a little shy. I thought of introducing myself but lost my courage. Nice to meet you.” He extended his huge hand. Michael hesitantly shook it while seeing his hand engulfed within the massive paw. “Michael. Nice to meet you. And you are?”
The debt collector paused, trying to come up with a name but drew a blank. “Martin.”
Michael picked up on the hesitation. “Where do you live, Martin?” He tried to figure out what was so familiar with this stranger.
“Um, right down there.” Martin pointed to the white house all the way down the block. The house had been empty for some time now and the For Sale sign still stood on the front lawn. “Just closed on it. So I will be your new neighbor. From down the block.” His confidence came back as he felt he had recovered well.
“Oh. Welcome to the neighborhood. Your family will love this town. Great place to raise a family. You have kids?” Michael eased as he felt that he was letting the week’s events get him paranoid for nothing.
“No.” The debt collector responded too quickly. “I mean, we tried but, you know. Anyway, it was nice meeting you. And thanks for meeting me halfway. It is tough being shy.” He looked down at his boots. “I should let you get to work. And I have lots to do to settle into this lovely new town.” Martin started to walk up the street towards the white house. Michael followed his path with his gaze. He was relieved the guy was not some psycho. But he still searched his mind for why the man seemed familiar. “See you around.” Michael called after him.
Count on it. The debt collector thought to himself as he walked up the sidewalk. His palms felt clammy with the intensity of the encounter. His skin felt charged with electricity as his excitement overwhelmed him. He really enjoyed the danger of his job and this close call was very exciting, although stressful. Martin glanced back over his shoulder and saw that Michael had already gone back into his house. So he didn’t have to pretend he could get into the white house to cover his story. His pace picked up as he continued past the white house to his truck further down the street. He whistled an old bluegrass tune his father used to play on the radio.
Chapter 15
He was pissed. This just kept getting worse. Derrick was tailgating the car in front of him. It was extra menacing that his large SUV dwarfed the smaller car just feet in front of his bumper. He flashed his brights for the fourth time to signal this guy to move over. The smaller car finally took the hint and changed lanes, allowing Derrick to crank up his speed. He was already traveling a good ten miles above the posted limit.
As he had backed out of his driveway this morning, his cell phone had rung. When he answered he found that it was Dan in Legal. Dan was the head of the Legal Department at the bank. Apparently, Michael had complained to Larry the lawyer about their dust up a few days ago. And then Larry the fucking lawyer whined like a little bitch to Dan about it for fear of being caught in the middle. So Dan took it upon himself to get to the bottom of the allegations. And now there would be a formal investigation so that all the tees were crossed, said Dan. Dan the motherfucking legal man.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Derrick punched his steering wheel to emphasize each curse. He swerved as he lost a little control from his outburst.
Michael had done it. He had really overstepped his bounds now. How could he do this? All he had to do was keep quiet and they would have gotten through all this. Shit, he would have gotten a hookup from Derrick to reward his loyalty. But now he would get what was coming to him. His rage consumed him to the extent that he was no longer really paying attention to the road or any of the other vehicles around him.
And fucking Larry the fucking lawyer. He was
“No. I, uh, am new to the area and I am a little shy. I thought of introducing myself but lost my courage. Nice to meet you.” He extended his huge hand. Michael hesitantly shook it while seeing his hand engulfed within the massive paw. “Michael. Nice to meet you. And you are?”
The debt collector paused, trying to come up with a name but drew a blank. “Martin.”
Michael picked up on the hesitation. “Where do you live, Martin?” He tried to figure out what was so familiar with this stranger.
“Um, right down there.” Martin pointed to the white house all the way down the block. The house had been empty for some time now and the For Sale sign still stood on the front lawn. “Just closed on it. So I will be your new neighbor. From down the block.” His confidence came back as he felt he had recovered well.
“Oh. Welcome to the neighborhood. Your family will love this town. Great place to raise a family. You have kids?” Michael eased as he felt that he was letting the week’s events get him paranoid for nothing.
“No.” The debt collector responded too quickly. “I mean, we tried but, you know. Anyway, it was nice meeting you. And thanks for meeting me halfway. It is tough being shy.” He looked down at his boots. “I should let you get to work. And I have lots to do to settle into this lovely new town.” Martin started to walk up the street towards the white house. Michael followed his path with his gaze. He was relieved the guy was not some psycho. But he still searched his mind for why the man seemed familiar. “See you around.” Michael called after him.
Count on it. The debt collector thought to himself as he walked up the sidewalk. His palms felt clammy with the intensity of the encounter. His skin felt charged with electricity as his excitement overwhelmed him. He really enjoyed the danger of his job and this close call was very exciting, although stressful. Martin glanced back over his shoulder and saw that Michael had already gone back into his house. So he didn’t have to pretend he could get into the white house to cover his story. His pace picked up as he continued past the white house to his truck further down the street. He whistled an old bluegrass tune his father used to play on the radio.
Chapter 15
He was pissed. This just kept getting worse. Derrick was tailgating the car in front of him. It was extra menacing that his large SUV dwarfed the smaller car just feet in front of his bumper. He flashed his brights for the fourth time to signal this guy to move over. The smaller car finally took the hint and changed lanes, allowing Derrick to crank up his speed. He was already traveling a good ten miles above the posted limit.
As he had backed out of his driveway this morning, his cell phone had rung. When he answered he found that it was Dan in Legal. Dan was the head of the Legal Department at the bank. Apparently, Michael had complained to Larry the lawyer about their dust up a few days ago. And then Larry the fucking lawyer whined like a little bitch to Dan about it for fear of being caught in the middle. So Dan took it upon himself to get to the bottom of the allegations. And now there would be a formal investigation so that all the tees were crossed, said Dan. Dan the motherfucking legal man.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Derrick punched his steering wheel to emphasize each curse. He swerved as he lost a little control from his outburst.
Michael had done it. He had really overstepped his bounds now. How could he do this? All he had to do was keep quiet and they would have gotten through all this. Shit, he would have gotten a hookup from Derrick to reward his loyalty. But now he would get what was coming to him. His rage consumed him to the extent that he was no longer really paying attention to the road or any of the other vehicles around him.
And fucking Larry the fucking lawyer. He was
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