What Could Be

After that shaky morning, he arrived at his office. He wasn't late, I think. He greeted everyone, trying to dissimulate his little "incident" and, as he hoped, nobody seemed to care. His co-worker, Ophelia, was incredibly fidgety and she didn't notice his greet; the sales manager, Constantino, was very bitter and angry and he just snorted at poor Jack. Even Christian, the section chief, was acting abnormally! The brooding shell of a man that stood there couldn't be him... It simply couldn't be.

He sat in his desk and tried to work. Even though he had nothing to do... or probably because his boss hasn't sent anything for him to do. Even in the safety of his cubicle, he was shaking... Perhaps he reminded the phrase? Could he have thought of the meaning of it? Could he feel... unsafe?

All of a sudden, the VP assistant came crashing through the door of the office. She was crying an awful lot... or it was sweat? Her makeup was running... or it was blood?

"Th-the VP Carlson is dead..." She stammered, as she collapsed in a chair. Many gathered to attend her before she faintly whispered: "The CEO wants to see you all"

So far, Only Carlson knew who this guy was. Some even thought that Carlson was The CEO.  The fact that he wanted to see everyone could only mean one thing... he wanted a successor. Who could have the so much sought promotion? Get all the money, the power... It should be a moment of hope and  dreams to come true... It should.

As expected, the CEO was a weird man. Besides his outfit looking taken from a casino dealer, he had a black beret and a red leather glove in his right arm. But the weirdest thing in him was his taste in necklaces... A dog tag, engraved with a Pentagram. It kind of looked like the Ace of Pentacles...

"So, good morning everyone" He said. "I'm sorry about the... unfortunate... incident we had today. But don't let that get you down! Not everybody is luck's bitch!"

"I see you all are perfect for this post... so, don't be afraid! Speak!" He shouted, while fiddling with his right hand. Everyone was very quiet and he seemed upset... "So isn't anyone speaking? Then, I'll nominate... You, Jackie! I heard many good things from you... goddamned little survivor."

Jack's ears were probably mistaken... He could be going mad... And he probably knew that he was in the fifth floor... And the CEO arrived minutes after, as he was caught in the traffic...

"Thanks for raising the bet. How will you pay your debt?"