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Sam always found life a little drab. His mediocre job as an accountant insured he didn't go hungry, But he forever dreaded going to work. It was a small window cleaning company. Every day he woke at 7:15 am, Having only thirty minutes for a shower and getting ready for another day. Most mornings he skipped breakfast. Always rushing through his remaining fifteen minute walk to work, trying to make it there by eight. Most everyday failing by a few minutes and making an excuse as he stepped quickly to his office, passing the CEO's Daughter and General Manager Debra Clear. Ms. Clear would normally follow Sam into his office point at the clock hanging on the wall and proclaim," LATE!!!! LATE AGAIN!!!! HOW MANY TIMES NOW!!" She would pause here but Sam new that if he tried to answer she would just cut him off so he continued to stare at the clock. It had a round black rim on the face of it were the words: Clear Window Treatment clearly the best: and had what looked like a crow flying into an invisible pane of glass in a window frame. Debra would continue yelling until the big hand would look as though it were resting on the bewildered birds head. About twenty passed eight Sam would start apologizing and groveling until she felt the lesson was learned and stormed back out of his office letting him get to work. Sam hated his morning routine but knew he would never get fired."Let them try to replace me... no one would do this job for so little as they pay me. Cheapskates" he muttered to himself after Ms. Clear was long gone. The majority of the next seven and a half hours he spent day dreaming about what he should have done with his life. Here lately though Sam has been daydreaming of a memory that was only two weeks old. A beautifully woman would stand there telling him to look for her before disappearing. On more than one occasion when this woman with no name would disappear, one with a name was standing in his office asking for some report or another with an attitude like she had asked more than once. Sam often did not get a lunch break. Atonement for being late Ms. Clear called it. So by the time Sam escaped his office around 4:30 everyday, he was usually very hungry having not eaten all day. And would stop by Dustin's Deli on the walk home. This day was no different. He ordered His usual "chickenduster sandwich" Large fry and root beer. He would eat the fries on the way home and the sandwich in-front of the t.v... Just after paying he noticed a man staring at him at the far end of the long counter holding the cash register, the countered had seats lining the dining side of the room for people who enjoyed sitting in public places and eating. Sam looked away after holding eye contact for longer than he cared to, but continued to look back to see the man was still staring at him. This man was tall and thin wearing a well made black suite. His hair black, seemed wet and combed back perfectly as if he just wet and combed it in the bathroom. He wore thin wire framed glasses, the only thing that stood out as imperfect was on his face. Two thin scars just below his left eye, they started where his eye lid stopped and ended right above the corner of his mouth. NUMBER 9! Sam took a breath and turned to the teenager trying to hand him his food. He took it and looked back to get one more glance at the strange man staring at him before he left. Too late the man was no longer there Sam looked around but didn't see him anywhere. "Huh" Sam said to himself his briefly forgotten hunger returning. Sam set off for home.

TO BE CONTINUED.....