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āIām sorry, Herb. The decision is final. Weāll pay you through the end of the month. All the best.ā
āLikewise.ā
On Herbās return home from the office, he continued to process the news, knowing Gina would be irate. She warned him this was coming. He hadnāt listened. In fact, just a week earlier, she told him as much. He recalled the conversation as he drove.
āTalent comes at a cost, Herb. We both know when large organizations are bought out by corporations, heads are going to roll. Iām not sure youāll have a job much longer. You need to prepare for something else.ā
āOh, Gina, donāt sell me short. I am an A-lister at JP and Sons. Theyāre more than happy with me. Rick would never leave me out in the cold like that without warning.ā
āI donāt think so, Herb. You are on a shorter leash than you think.ā
āYouāre mistaken, Gina. You really donāt know what youāre talking about. Iām the professional. Youāre the housewifeā¦ā
āHerb, Iāmā¦ going to kill you. Mark my words. It wonāt be pretty either. Rest assured of that.ā
āAwwā¦ Cāmon, Ginaā¦ You know you are overreacting.ā
āIām overreacting?! That isnāt fair at all. You are an idiot for thinking youāre so safeā¦ remaining employed.ā
What am I going to tell Gina? She was right all along. Am I too stubborn? At this rateā¦ Iām just delusional. What an idiot. Yepā¦ Iām a dead man. Here comes the grim reaper.
He entered the door to their small efficiency apartment; Gina was sitting on the couch, folding clothes.
āHey, Herb.ā
āHey.ā
āWhatās going on?ā
āOh, not much.ā
āReallyā¦? You seem quiet.ā
āWell, give me a chance to sit down and think through my day before you turn this into a dad-gum interrogation scene, would you?ā
Gina stood up and raced into the kitchen where she grabbed the butcher knife from their Sears catalog case knife set.
āIām not going to put up with this nonsense anymore.ā
She charged into the room with the knifeā¦ Herb blacked out. He awakened abruptly, realizing half of his world had gone dark. Looking down at his shirt, he watched a blood trail run down the side of his cheek and drip to the floor just beneath. He reached toward his left eye. There was nothing there. Only a holeā¦ā
Todd interrupted, āOkay, okay. No more, please.ā
āThatās exactly what the customer said, too ā at the same point of the story. I guess I get to hold on to the ending.ā
āIs it bloody?ā he asked.
āOf course.ā
āOkay. Thatās all I need to hear,ā he said.
āSo back to that nightā¦ā Ebony said. āI finished the call. Everyone else on the floor vanished during the story or left for a dinner break. The west wing of the building and its dark shadows piqued my interest. I moved toward it and looked up at the ceiling, noting a black liquid.
DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
No bucket to catch it ā only the cheap Berber carpet below to absorb. The night cleaning crew arrived, but they ignored me. I was upsetā¦ and my stupid streak continued. I found the stairwell and marched up to the restricted floor, Level Six. I ended up covered in gallons and gallons of some kind of black oil. The stuff stripped all the color right out of my skin and hair. I should have followed the ruleā¦ā
āWhat rule?ā Todd asked.
Her voice became monotone, āNever set foot where you arenāt welcome. Your feet will be quick to rush to evil.ā
Todd studied Ebonyās face a moment until her voice normalized. āI wish I would have listened,ā she said. āIām cursed here now. Thereās no way out.ā
āIāve heard that, but why doesnāt anyone try?ā
She shook her head and sighed. āThe torture. Hasnāt Creeper Joe gotten after you? I canāt go through any more of it. I wonāt. Heās left me alone ever since he stomped my kneecaps into pieces. I figured something would give at some point. He nursed me back to health with the water and went on his merry way. I snitched this cup from him and he hasnāt come back looking for it yet. Probably has a stock of them stored and doesnāt care anymore. I went from an invalid to a tunnel athlete. He got me feeling so good for a while that I was jogging from one end of the tunnel to the other. I lost the umph for that, though. Thing is, I think we all get a touch of the seasonal blues in here. We could all use some sunshine. Thing with Joe is that itās almost like heās got another agenda more important. The other thingā¦ every few days, I see a new face in here.ā
āSo whatās the deal with Creeper Joe? Who is he?ā
āI donāt know how to explain,ā she said. āI really donāt know. This is the one thing that will help you. Once you march to the beat he wants you to, he stands down.ā
Get to the point, then. Or I will. Julieās voice echoed in his mind, āRemember, everyone has the potential to be a friend before theyāre an enemy.ā What a bunch of poppycock. Iāll try it, anyway.
āSoā¦ track star, you havenāt come up with a plan to leave? Joeās not that fast. Iāve watched him hobble around,ā Todd said. āHow many of you are here?ā
Ebony shook her head again. āHard to say, probably fifty something by now. We havenāt tried to leaveā¦ Weāre all a little confused ā disoriented, I mean. I reckon you are, too?ā Her voice got quieter, āWe got to watch ourselves, you know. A long spread out tunnel like this, no easy outs, only the bats, the rats, and the other vermin let loose when weāre lucky. If we catch and kill the critter, we take it on over to the mess hall and have us a grand āol feast now and then.ā Ebony stood up and stretched her
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