An interview to remember

Walking home and as i cross the threshold of my door the sky opens up
Flung on the couch and the weatherman says its going to last all the way through Sunday night.
Leftovers and a cheesy B Movie put me to sleep
I always have bad days when it rains and my first thought is that it’s happening again
springing awake fueled only by the fear of being fired
I have to open the restaurant in 10 minutes
Where is my phone?
     Rnng Rnng
How did it get there
     Hello
“Today is either going to be superb or deplorable” the voice made it tough to understand. Scratchy to the point that it felt as though it was on purpose so i figured i would play along and reverse it on them thinking it was just a prank call.
“Wh wh why’s that” i eek out as pitifully as I can while stumbling over my shoe laces on the way out the door
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
My hand had just touched the doorknob as it began to vibrate from the wallups that came from the other side.  I open in it and it’s the same voice
“Why did you hang up, If you want me to be kind don’t hang up on me again.
I was completely frozen by the brick wall of a man that was standing on my doorstep. Stammering for real now I ask
     “Wh wh who are you”
He shoves an envelope into my chest
Clearing his throat as much as he can
     “My friends call me Frank, at some point today  read what is in the envelope if you want to have a good day”
Turns and swaggers away
Reading  through the envelope on my way and it says that I can make $10,000 dollars if I call the number at the bottom and do what he asks but I cannot change my mind. I have until mid night until the call.
No description of what I would be doing
No description of what happens if I change my mind
That’s what scares me most
That and Frank
I don’t know if  i’m going to make the call but I do know rent is due on Thursday and I’m  500 dollars short, so for the time being I have to focus on work. We’re in the weeds all day and after I tip out my bus and bartender I didn’t even make one hundred dollars tonight. Luckily the kitchen staff hooks me up with some food to take home so I don’t have to go grocery shopping. I’m trying to think about making the call but i have so little information to go off of. 15 numbers and one sentence. I’ve been playing by the rules my whole and where has that gotten me work 60 hours a week to constantly stress about my bills. $10,000 is a lot of money I could go back to school, or start my own business. For ten thousand dollars what would i be doing, Murder, drug running, prostitution? As long as I don’t have to kill anyone I think I’m okay with it. If it was murder they would probably have offered more money.
Between the first and  the second ring, the phone is answered and it is Frank’s attempt at a welcoming voice  telling me
     “You made the right choice kid, let’s get right into this the sooner you start the sooner you’re done. Out side, your apartment building there is a Black Ford Bronco keys are in the center console and directions are going to be pre-loaded on the navigation see you in  an hour”
Climbing in the Bronco the thoughts start to cross my mind
     I Should Not Have Made The Call
     If they found me easily they could just kill me and find another me
    They’re going to kill me
    Im dead
I push that out of my head though I made a choice and I need to stick to that decision
The Navigation says it’s going to take One-hundred minutes so I put the 351 Windsor to work. Whizzing past other cars on the highway I start to think about My first car . a Bronco just like this one, I’ve never felt control like that before I understand that there are cars with objectively better performance and fewer mistakes, but for me understanding the mistakes of the Bronco had always gave me total control.
The city is at my back as I pull up to what  looks like a military compound   I pull up to the gate and the guard has an AR 15 slung over his shoulder which he grasps as he barks at me ” WHAT DO YOU WANT!!”
     I swallow my spit and channeling as much of my inner badass as I can muster and calmly inform the man why I am here and show him the letter.
He tells me I have the wrong place, which considering how well timed Franks call and appearance was yesterday I know that the address in the GPS was correct, I circle around for a few minutes and there is only the one gate. I decide to try again
     “WHAT DO YOU WANT!!”
I try being more concise and just say
     “I want to do what I was asked to”
Same result
I drive off to think about what to do
Moments before I fully formed my plan I realize its been an hour since i made the call so I decided to give it one last try and figure it out as I go. As I pull up to the gate though I realize that my plan isn’t going to matter Instead of the booth I can only see Frank leaning on it holding a duffel bag that looks like a purse in his hands.
     “I said an hour”
“Well I was early”
     “Don’t be early”
As he cleared his throat as he seemingly always did he hands me a duffle bag which has the $10,000
“You must really trust me”
     “You earned it”
“Already?”
     ” This was a test you passed and earned the money, the Bronco, and the job “

“A job? Do you mean like ongoing I thought this was a one-night thing what even is the job”

     ” You’ll drive that’s all”
“What will I be driving”
     “Doesn’t matter remember”
          Frank climbs in the Bronco types in an address on the navigation closes his eyes and says
     “Take your time”
Frank sleeps the entire drive, I pull up to a small house in a quiet neighborhood. Frank wakes up starts patting his pockets for his keys and disappears into the door.
After a few minutes of me waiting for Frank to come back out my phone rings
     Its Frank
          “Go Home and get some rest. The interview is over”
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