Friday, May 13, 2011

Chapter 7

"Mr. Cartes, you have a Mary McDolen on line 4."
Denise breaks my thoughts.
I pick up the phone.

"So how would you want to get those papers?"
"What are you talking about?," I say half-listening, half-reading the proposal on my desk.
"I got the papers."
I stop. "You what?"
"I got the papers Jacques. Don't ask how, just know I have them. Every single one."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Pick me up after you get off work."
"Yeah, yeah of course."
We hang up.

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