This Darkest Man
“It was cool by the time I emerged from the office building. I hugged my arms around myself as I prepared for the trudge home. But I stopped short when I saw the black foreboding car waiting there and the driver walking toward me.
“Miss Larsen, Mr. Hellman is waiting for you,” the unsmiling driver said.
“W-what do you mean, waiting for me?” I struggled to get those words out, keeping at a safe distance from him.
“Mr.
Hellman would like to have you for dinner. With all due respect, ma’am, he does...n’t like to be kept waiting. We should be going.” He held out a hand to me, and I took a step away, nearly stumbling.
“I’m not going anywhere with—”
The driver sighed and withdrew the hand, reaching into his pocket instead. “This is for you, Miss Larsen.”
I looked at him warily, before snapping out a hand to snatch the simple white card from him.
I’ll answer this question after dinner: Why the torment?
I stared at the card. That was exactly what I wanted to know, but did I want to risk playing his games?MoreLess
“Miss Larsen, Mr. Hellman is waiting for you,” the unsmiling driver said.
“W-what do you mean, waiting for me?” I struggled to get those words out, keeping at a safe distance from him.
“Mr.
Hellman would like to have you for dinner. With all due respect, ma’am, he does...n’t like to be kept waiting. We should be going.” He held out a hand to me, and I took a step away, nearly stumbling.
“I’m not going anywhere with—”
The driver sighed and withdrew the hand, reaching into his pocket instead. “This is for you, Miss Larsen.”
I looked at him warily, before snapping out a hand to snatch the simple white card from him.
I’ll answer this question after dinner: Why the torment?
I stared at the card. That was exactly what I wanted to know, but did I want to risk playing his games?MoreLess
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