Ok,
wow, putting what just happened into words is going to be hard, but here
goes. Last night I talked to my
mom about what I knew, or thought I knew.
She denied all of it, maintaining that Don was just a consultant and
that she knew nothing about his involvement with a “mob.” She told me that she was paying me out
of her pocket and that I should trust her more.
But
this morning, I heard her screaming on the phone, saying things like “I’ll talk
to him” and “please don’t come.”
About two hours ago there was a knock on the door. I opened it and he said, “Jeremy?”
I
nodded and then woke up in my mom’s back room, where she keeps the studio’s
supplies. I tried to move but was
tied to the chair I was in. The
man must have heard me because he came in as soon as I was awake.
“Your
mother tells me that you’ve learned some interesting things about this business
recently,” the man said. I tried
to respond but he spoke over me as soon as I opened my mouth, “You have two
options Jeremy. The first, you
take what’s in my hand and become my employee.”
“Or
you’re going to kill me?” I asked
with a hint of sarcasm.
The
man lowered his face to mine. I
could smell alcohol on his breath as he whispered “Precisely.”
So
I took the envelope and he told me he would be emailing me instructions within
24 hours. But the thing is, it
wasn’t completely horrible after I agreed to work for him. Here’s what was in the envelope:
Maybe
working for this guy is the best way to reach my million-dollar goal…