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them, they will answer like it is a bread shop. You give them this password,” he passed me a piece of paper with numbers on it, “and then they will talk to you.”
“The second contact is me. Don’t call anyone else from this phone.” He leaned down to the briefcase and then handed me something that looked like a credit card.
“This is a tracking device. Put it in your wallet and it will monitor your vital signs as well as track you. If they ask you to go anywhere else the agents want to know where you are going in case something happens. I will pick you up from your hotel.” Then he took something out of his pocket. It was a little black box with a man’s ring inside.
“Lastly,” he held it out to me. “Make sure you are wearing this.” I took the ring from him.
“What does it do?” I asked.
It’s the listening device we need to record your conversations. They may ask you to change your clothes, or take off your belt and shoes. This is simple. If they scan you, and they will, it won’t be detected. To them it is just your wedding ring. He stood up.
“Your job is to just be yourself. Try not to act like this is life or death, but just a mere stop in your life, and you just want to thank them. Be confident, entitled, and even arrogant.” I stood up too. We shook hands. “Don’t worry, this is going to be easy,” he smiled.
Confidence, entitlement and arrogance was something I was very good at, because I was all of those things. But somehow ‘easy’ wasn’t how I would describe this dinner.
It was a few nights later when we found ourselves riding an elevator to the 33rd floor. The only sound was the noise of Nasun’s shoes. They made a squeaking noise as he moved his weight from foot to foot.
“Could you please stand still?” I said gruffly. He looked over at me.
“Am I making you nervous?” he asked with a stupid grin on his face.
“No,” I snapped. “You are annoying the fuck out of me.” I adjusted my tie to loosen my collar a bit. It felt snug, like I was swallowing with a noose around my neck.
The elevator opened to a small parlor room. A butler dressed in a tuxedo with tails was standing next to a coat closet. He nodded and politely greeted us both. He asked if we had anything to check and we both declined.
He held out an electronic device that looked like a calculator and a tablet combined. Nasun held out his hand and the screen lit up as it scanned his palm and finger prints. He then punched in a code on the number keys and three long beeps were heard. The butler nodded and opened the door to the apartment. As he started through it, I tried to follow close behind.
“Excuse me, sir,” the butler said quietly as he put his hand on my shoulder. Nasun turned back to see that he was now asking for my palm print on his little device. He started to say something but we were interrupted.
“Hawthorne please, don’t be rude to my guests,” a deep voice said. The three of us looked up and saw a very debonair gentlemen, about 6 feet tall with deep brown skin and black hair standing in the double doorway. He was wearing a light brown three piece suit complete with a gold pocket watch hanging from the vest.
“Ah, Mr. Amir,” Nasun said as they shook hands. “Allow me to introduce,” but Mr. Amir stepped forward and took my hand in his before Nasun could finish.
“Mr. Hastings,” he said as he waved the butler away. We walked through the doors and they closed behind us. “It is very nice to finally meet you. It isn’t often that we ever get to meet and converse with a former client. Everyone is always so eager to make a purchase and then run back into hiding,” he smiled. “Understandably,” he added.
His teeth were white. I prided myself on good dental hygiene as well, but his teeth seemed abnormally white. Perfectly white, as if he bleached them every day.
“Well I’m not usually one to come out of hiding myself, Mr. Amir. But I have been very pleased with the
“The second contact is me. Don’t call anyone else from this phone.” He leaned down to the briefcase and then handed me something that looked like a credit card.
“This is a tracking device. Put it in your wallet and it will monitor your vital signs as well as track you. If they ask you to go anywhere else the agents want to know where you are going in case something happens. I will pick you up from your hotel.” Then he took something out of his pocket. It was a little black box with a man’s ring inside.
“Lastly,” he held it out to me. “Make sure you are wearing this.” I took the ring from him.
“What does it do?” I asked.
It’s the listening device we need to record your conversations. They may ask you to change your clothes, or take off your belt and shoes. This is simple. If they scan you, and they will, it won’t be detected. To them it is just your wedding ring. He stood up.
“Your job is to just be yourself. Try not to act like this is life or death, but just a mere stop in your life, and you just want to thank them. Be confident, entitled, and even arrogant.” I stood up too. We shook hands. “Don’t worry, this is going to be easy,” he smiled.
Confidence, entitlement and arrogance was something I was very good at, because I was all of those things. But somehow ‘easy’ wasn’t how I would describe this dinner.
It was a few nights later when we found ourselves riding an elevator to the 33rd floor. The only sound was the noise of Nasun’s shoes. They made a squeaking noise as he moved his weight from foot to foot.
“Could you please stand still?” I said gruffly. He looked over at me.
“Am I making you nervous?” he asked with a stupid grin on his face.
“No,” I snapped. “You are annoying the fuck out of me.” I adjusted my tie to loosen my collar a bit. It felt snug, like I was swallowing with a noose around my neck.
The elevator opened to a small parlor room. A butler dressed in a tuxedo with tails was standing next to a coat closet. He nodded and politely greeted us both. He asked if we had anything to check and we both declined.
He held out an electronic device that looked like a calculator and a tablet combined. Nasun held out his hand and the screen lit up as it scanned his palm and finger prints. He then punched in a code on the number keys and three long beeps were heard. The butler nodded and opened the door to the apartment. As he started through it, I tried to follow close behind.
“Excuse me, sir,” the butler said quietly as he put his hand on my shoulder. Nasun turned back to see that he was now asking for my palm print on his little device. He started to say something but we were interrupted.
“Hawthorne please, don’t be rude to my guests,” a deep voice said. The three of us looked up and saw a very debonair gentlemen, about 6 feet tall with deep brown skin and black hair standing in the double doorway. He was wearing a light brown three piece suit complete with a gold pocket watch hanging from the vest.
“Ah, Mr. Amir,” Nasun said as they shook hands. “Allow me to introduce,” but Mr. Amir stepped forward and took my hand in his before Nasun could finish.
“Mr. Hastings,” he said as he waved the butler away. We walked through the doors and they closed behind us. “It is very nice to finally meet you. It isn’t often that we ever get to meet and converse with a former client. Everyone is always so eager to make a purchase and then run back into hiding,” he smiled. “Understandably,” he added.
His teeth were white. I prided myself on good dental hygiene as well, but his teeth seemed abnormally white. Perfectly white, as if he bleached them every day.
“Well I’m not usually one to come out of hiding myself, Mr. Amir. But I have been very pleased with the
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