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Bradley
said.
    He held out the envelope in his
left hand.  Becky took it and opened it.  There was a piece of paper that
looked like a ticket.  She took it out and read it. 
    “That’s a ticket on a private jet,”
Bradley said.  “A ticket to get away for a little while.  A break, a vacation. 
A chance to lap up luxury and rest for a while.”
    “Where to?” Becky asked.
    Bradley grinned, his eyes cutting
into her.  “To Cancun.  Open ended ticket too.  You stay as long as you want.”
    Becky tried to channel Bradley,
hoping to keep her face stone like too.
    “And the next one?” Becky asked.
    Bradley handed it to her.
    “There’s two items in there.  The
papers first.”
    Becky retrieved them.
    “That is a contract,” Bradley
said.  “A contract for employment.  At HB-Ley.  With your degree and
experience, plus what you managed to help me with last night, I can use you. 
It’s a five year contract.  Guaranteed job, guaranteed money.”
    Job and money.
    Becky was going to ask how much but
then she saw the yearly salary.  She dropped the contract and looked up to
Bradley.
    “One million dollars a year, base
salary.  I’ll also be offering a cut of deals and after a full year of
employment, there will be stock options.  If all goes well, for five years of
hard work, there’s a possibility of you making tens of millions of dollars with
me.”
    For a second, Becky saw herself
scrambling to find a pen and sign the contract.
    “Something else too,” Bradley said.
    Becky put her hand back into the
envelope and felt something.  As she pulled it out, she knew what it was but it
didn’t make sense.
    It was a picture.
    The same exact picture she had in
her bag the first day of her job.  The picture of herself and her friends in Cancun.  The picture that Bradley had thrown into the fireplace.
    “How?” Becky asked.  Tears were in
her eyes. 
    “I have my ways.”
    “What’s the point?”
    “The point is to choose… you can choose
freedom to discover your life or you can sign an employment contract with me
and fulfill your promise to yourself, the one you made when you took that
picture.”
    “So it has nothing to do with
friends?”
    “Of course not,” Bradley said.  “It
has to do with memories.  And dreams.  And hopes.  And your ability to choose
between them all.  A life of…”
    “I’ve made my choice then,” Becky
cut in.
    “That was fast,” Bradley said. 
    “I don’t think I really ever had a
choice.”
    Becky took the picture and placed
it on her lap.  She then put the contract back into the envelope but not before
looking at it.  A million dollars a year as a salary.  In return she’d have to
be Bradley’s anything woman.  She’d have to do what he said when he said to do
it and chances were it would come without the physical benefits.  And even if
the physical benefits did exist, how long would they last?  How long until
Bradley would pull in another intern to fuck and pay?
    Becky ended up crumbling the
contract a little as she sent it into the envelope.  She tossed it to Bradley. 
    “No contract then,” Bradley said.
    “No… anything,” Becky said. 
    She then took the first envelope
and threw that at Bradley too. 
    He stared at the envelopes and his
lips puckered.  
    Becky couldn’t tell if he was
surprised or not.  To her shock though he pushed himself up from his chair.  He
adjusted his tie and licked his lips.
    “So you’ve made your choice then,”
he said.  “You’re taking your picture with you.”
    “Leaving with what I came with,”
Becky said.
    “You realize that yesterday is
gone, right?  That you can’t go back to yesterday?”
    “I realize it, do you?”
    Bradley’s lips curled.  His fists
balled.
    “I’m well aware of how time works,”
Bradley said.  “A smart businessman gauges the future by the past but doesn’t
get lost in either.  There’s always a variable in place, one that most people
don’t account