The Story from X to Y — Part Six

We've reached the end of the story. Or have we? :)

Here's Part Five.

Yup.

Chapter B

Five minutes before that

When the phone rang, I would’ve ignored it except I was “on call” that day. And it turned out I was needed.

There was nothing new about that. Nothing interesting. Except for the fact that the call came from Marvin Barnwell, Himself.

As the man who founded a multi-national law firm that served the highest of the top one-percent in the world, a phone call from Barnwell was as normal as a personal visit from the Pope.

Oh, by the way, I don’t actually work for Barnwell. I work for the temp agency they hired to get hold of folks like me. People out of work and desperate to pay the bills. Who didn’t mind getting treated like shit in the bargain.

I could have said no. No to Barnwell, no to the temp agency, no to the job. But I’d chosen this life, with all the attendant costs of my home being New York. So that’s the way it was.

I changed into a decent suit, made sure my carryall held my laptop, and readied myself to leave.

Once out the door, I made tracks to the nearest cab stand.