THE DEAL
I have no idea where this horrible, seedy little story came from. Every now and then you get a germ of an idea that implants itself into your brain and won’t go anywhere until it’s finished. That’s what happened with The Deal . It started as a what if , and became something I didn’t expect at all.
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I must be out of my mind. I never thought it would come to this. I mean, I knew I was in trouble, that I had to do something , but this is like something out of one of those shitty made-for-TV crime movies. I’m seven floors up in an otherwise empty high-rise that’ll be rubble less than a month from now, and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here.
The waiting is endless. All this space and silence gives me too much time to think.
This isn’t fair. It’s not my fault, it’s just how
