Through The Eyes Of The Guilty.
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My name was Frank Johnson. I used to live in New York City, one of the greatest cities in the world. I used to have wonderful wife, Sharon, the 3 loving children, Alan, Deborah, and Kenny. I used to have great job at the university. My life had many demons. I had made several mistakes in my life. That's probably why I'm here now. Why don't I start at the beginning.
I started out as an assistant to Dr. Curt Connors at the University back in 1995. Dr. Connors was working on DNA experiments. You know what I mean, Subtracting DNA from one species and ejecting into another. It was supposed benefit humanity: give sight to the blind, sound to the deaf. It could restore lost limbs, and even cure incurable deceases. I made enough to support my family.
My problems all started during my trip to Las Vegas. I made a killing during a fight at the MGM Grand, so I figured why not? Sharon took the kids to see some magic act. No one would know. I tried my luck at blackjack and did okay. It was when I played poker that I kept having trouble with. I kept being dealt low cards and ended up losing all my winnings, and then some. I ended up in so much debt, Sharon would've been furious. I was tempted to go jump into the Grand Canyon. It was about that time when a large, bald, heavy-set man walked away from the High Rollers Table.
"I couldn't help but hear about your situation, sir," he said. "I might just be able to help you out."
"Thanks, but no thanks," I said. "I don't take charity."
"Now who said anything about charity. I was simply referring to an employment opportunity."
"Thanks, but I already have a job. No offense Mr. . ."
"Fisk, Wilson Fisk." With that he handed me his card. Wilson Fisk, one of the richest men in New York just handed me a job offer. It just didn't feel right; however, he just might be able to help me get back on my feet. "Just think about my offer. To help you think more clearly, here's 500 dollars."
"I'll think about it," I said as I took the money. It was very generous of him. I have always been taught that generosity never goes over-looked. I was going to take him up on his offer when he started to walk away.
"Give me a call when your ready," he said. "You shouldn't rush into these things you know." Then, with a smile, he turned and walked away. I decided to call him when we got home. I never told Sharon about that meeting. She would have called for a divorce if she found out, or so I thought. I did a good job hiding any details about the conversation. I never showed anyone the card. On my next day at work, I gave Mr. Fisk a call.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Fisk? This is Frank Johnson. We met at the MGM Grand last week."
"Ah, yes. Johnson, how was your flight?"
"Good," I said, "thank you. I'm calling about your business offer."
"Ah, yes," he said. I could hear him grinning. "Have you made your decision?"
"I have," I said. "I've decided to take you up on your offer."
