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Mmmmm… let’s think here. No, probably not.”
    Alan stopped and almost ran just
hearing the sound of the man’s voice. It sounded like a salesmen and dripped
past the man’s lips in a way that would put anyone on edge. Alan hadn’t made a
sound coming in, he was sure of that.
    “What do you think of my music
selection?” He turned and winked at Alan. “It’s a personal favorite of mine, so
inspiring and uplifting. I would listen to more but you know how it is, all
work and no play.”
    Alan stood tensed as he examined the
intruder. He was tall with an inviting smile and dark hair. His wardrobe would
have put any A-list celebrity to shame: button-up shirt with a light blue vest
and slacks. A spatula covered in red sauce that reminded Alan of blood, held
poised in his right hand. Alan’s eyes widened as he examine the man’s feet.
“Are those my slippers?”
    “Oh, yes, my bad. My feet were killing
me. I’m going to have to murder the shoe sales associate that pointed them out.
By the way these things are like walking on clouds, pure orthopedic bliss. Do
you know if they come in Tiffany Blue?”
    Alan’s face answered for him as the
man moved the conversation along. “Well, enough about me. I hope you’re hungry.
Dinner is about done. Let’s sit at the table like civilized folk.”
    “Who are you?”
    “My name is—well, you know all
about this, Alan. Known by one name here a different one there. But since we
are going to be such great friends, I’ll let you in on the secret and tell you.
My real name is Dominic Drencher. ”
    Dominic was talking so fast it took
Alan a moment to realize what he said. “I need you to leave right now. Put my
spatula down and step away from my stove.”
    Dominic ignored Alan and instead
turned back to the sizzling food. He opened cabinets and drawers as if he was
in his own home. He ignored Alan’s demand as he plated dinner for two. “I’m
going to overlook that rudeness and serve us instead.”
    “If you don’t leave, I’m going to call
the police.”
    “Empty words goldilocks. You want the
police here even less than I do.” Dominic picked up two plates loaded with food
and walked past Alan toward the dinning room. “Follow me. You know you have to.
I’m not leaving you much of an option. Once you’ve heard what I have to say, then
I’ll leave.”
    Alan’s slippers disappeared into the
other room. Confusion more than anything festered in Alan’s mind. He wanted the
strange man to leave but not as much as he wanted answers.
    Alan had a strong feeling that this
had something to do with Danielle and her crazy story about angels. Before he
could put more thought into his actions Alan found himself walking to join Dominic
at the table.
    “There you are. I thought you’d come,”
Dominic said.
    The table was set, wine poured. On
each plate was a generous helping of steak and spaghetti. His intruder wasted
no time in opening his napkin and shoving food into his mouth.
    Alan pushed his plate away from him as
he took a seat on the opposite side of the table. Despite Dominic’s elegant
appearance his table manners were anything but appropriate. Fork load after
fork load was stuffed into his mouth and what was worse, Dominic didn’t stop
talking while he ate.
    With a deep sigh and a mouth full of
food he started. “So listen, I know you were visited tonight by that hot little
number, Danielle. She’s cute right? Has that whole mousy nerdy girl thing
working for her. Anyway. she’s offering you answers and I’m sure she seems all
sunshine and flowers but believe me, you don’t want to trust her.”
    “Why not?”
    Dominic let out a deep burp. “First
off, her organization’s benefits are horrible. Practically no sick days and you
can forget about holiday pay. I’m offering you a chance at real freedom. I have
all the answers you’ve been looking for and an opportunity to join my
organization.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “Are you going to eat that?”