Sorry folks...I know it's been a really long since I've written anything. MY COMPUTER CRASHED! Now I'm borrowing a friend's laptop until I can purchase my own computer. I can't update at the rate which I'd like to. I've got lots of work with school. Anyway, I will finish the story. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. I suggest you re-read everything in order to catch on with the little hints.

Jack was sitting in the penthouse suite in one of Detroit's richest, most extravagant hotels, swirling his glass filled with red wine. A man was in front of him wearing Armani. This guy was a mix of Donald Trump and Michael Corleone from the Godfather. Rich and powerful, yet precise and intelligent. The interview process seemed to be going well so far. Jack set his own contract and it was typed up right in front of him by a man who seemed frail and mouse-like.

"Basically, Mr. Mercer, you set your own terms working for me. I may ask you to go out of your way for me at times but it will always be for a good reason. My business requires some underhanded tactics, as in any good business but I will always look out for you" said the erudite man. He passed Jack the freshly printed contract and asked if there were any complications or concerns.

"No" Jack answered simply, looking over the contract. He flipped the crisp papers making sure everything was in order. "I just have one question Mr. White."

"Yes, Mr. Mercer?"

"Why does it say to sign in case of death or dismemberment? I've only heard they use that term when your job or what you're doing is fatal..." Jack asked his voice trailing off.

"You see, Mr. Mercer, I should've mentioned this earlier...luckily you haven't signed the contract yet. I need you to carry a gun." Mr.White stated bluntly. Jack's heart sunk as Mr. White's deep voice said those words. "Don't worry. I'm not asking you to kill anyone. Scout's honor," Mr. White said laughing.

"Ahem" a squeaky voice coughed from the corner interrupting White's last statement.

"Yes Peter?" White asked.

"She's here" Peter answered.

"Oh well, I'm in the middle of recruiting here but...damn okay. Jack, Mr. Mercer I should say-"

"You can call me Jack."

"Well Jack, I have to quickly handle this. I'm working with this gorgeous woman. She's helping me to pursue my business ventures. I won't be long, I just don't like to keep her waiting" White said hurriedly excusing himself momentarily. Jack lapsed into the past. He kept seeing the big machine-like guns and Bobby in front of his face before he became unconscious. He wanted this job badly, it paid well and all he had to do was work for some other guy making sure he didn't get in Mr. White's way. "How odd" Jack thought, "Mr. White never gave me his first name..."

Jack's cell phone rang and he quickly answered it.

"Hello?" Jack whispered.

"Yo! It's Bobby. I need you to get to the house as soon as possible. I need to tell you something...something I've been hiding. Get your ass home quick!" Bobby's voice echoed a bit in the silent room. Peter and the typist eyed Jack suspiciously. They exchanged looks and then Peter nodded. Jack didn't know what to make of that small display of gestures. He took as a sign he needed to end the call.

"Look Bobby...I'm being interviewed. I'll be home soon. I think. Bye!" Jack hung up without waiting to hear Bobby say good-bye. He saw White coming and immediately forgot what Bobby had said.

"Sorry about that Jack. Now, back to business" White said sitting down again.

"Guns" Jack muttered.

"Yes, the gun you will have on you is for protection only. Most of my guys have it because sometimes men don't like you working for me. I'm a threat to their...wealth. No need to worry. Only two of my men have ever used it. They each only used it once. Now, if everything is in order, you can now sign the contract. Red ink please" White said passing Jack a blood red pen.

As Jack signed the paper, the ink's consistency seemed to be of blood too.

"Is that all?" Jack asked.

"Yes that is, son. You will begin working for Mr. Oleander the day after tomorrow. Friday. You will have to pick up your gun in downtown Detroit" White said passing Jack a gum wrapper. He opened the gum wrapper to find an address on it. "It's the address to the gun shop. Some of my men, including Peter, will be there. Be there promptly at 8. No excuses. And no messing up" Mr. White stated temporarily losing his amicable demeanor.

"Thank you sir" Jack said getting up and shaking White's hand.

"No problem Jack. I look forward to doing business with you. It will surely be...interesting." Mr. White's grin was slightly twisted and sinister. Jack got this feeling that there was more to him being on the job than what was on the surface but when he looked at White again, he seemed like an older brother.

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I know it's not much but I wanted to get something out there and to those of you who bother to read the story. I really appreciate it and hope to recieve more than 1 review. I just wanted to thank you all for your patience. The next chapter will be out. Here's are two previews:

"Mr. Oleander informed me of an inheritance I have" Bobby said slowly. Jack realized he would be working for Oleander.

"I'm going to work for him" Jack blurted out.

"Really? That's good. Maybe you could keep an eye out for who checks out the inheritance. My family is supposed to be following up on who is going to receive the money.

"Wait what? I'm lost" Jack said actually taking time to absorb the situation.

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White and Oleander held many conferences together. They seemed awfully chummy for business partners. The snake in Oleander's office was drawn to White and he'd play with the snake during those meetings. Jack could see the trio through Oleander's glass wall office. They would laugh and smile at Jack then lean in towards each other with sinister faces.