Page 51 of Forever Golden
“This is for me?”
He shrugs. “That’s what the young man told me. Or, hell, maybe it was a girl. Whoever it was, they scared the shit out of me, walking up on me wearing all that nonsense—clown mask, hoodie, gloves. There wasn’t an inch of skin showing, come to think of it. Young people are so strange these days.”
As much as I’m trying not to let paranoia continue consuming my day, I’d be lying if I said this doesn’t have it spiking all over again.
“…Thanks,” I say, hesitantly taking the envelope from Roger’s hand. He slowly makes his way over to the coatrack and I’m left staring at… whatever this is.
My name isn’t on it. In fact, the only marking on the whole thing is a thick, dark hashtag right in the center.
On cue, my stomach flips and I’m equal parts curious and terrified to know what’s inside. It feels light, and it’s so thin there can’t be more than one sheet of paper inside, but I won’t figure it out unless I open it.
Stepping behind the counter for at leastsomeprivacy, I break the seal and slip my hand inside. What I pull out has me wanting to vomit, but my first instinct is to question…is this even real?
If it is, Cypress Pointe is in for a treat.
Or, more like a nightmare.
“Roger, did you see which way whoever gave this to you went?”
“Back down the alley, I think.”
I rush out the door as soon as he’s finished speaking, hoping by some small miracle they’re still there. Maybe waiting for me to get this and, I don’t know, answer some of my questions.
Because, shit… I’ve got a million now.
Frigid air slaps me right in the face, but who cares? I need to know who handed this off to Roger and why they thoughtIwas the right person to give it to.
I’m only somewhat shocked to find the alley empty. But desperate as I am, I even trek through the deep snow to check on the other side of the dumpster.
Nothing.
No one.
Before I can even process it all, my phone goes off—a notification from Pandora. Instead of heading back inside where it’s warm, I quickly open the app and devour the update, scouring it for clues as to what the hell is going on right now.
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@QweenPandora:First things first, I’m baaaaaack, lovelies! Sorry about that brief interruption from the soon to be forgotten X, but I assure you order has been restored and things are back on track.
Now, if you’re out for your Sunday drive, might I suggest that you pull over and read carefully.
Turns out my stalker’s endeavors have turned rather dark lately, resorting to threats of exposure and even bodily harm if it’s ever discovered who it is that fills your lives with all the latest local gossip.
Thing is, this coward didn’t take into account that I don’t scare too easily. In fact, when backed into a corner, I don’t break out in a temper tantrum. No, no no… I break out the big guns.
I’ve just placed some vital information in the hands of someone who might have needed a bit of divine intervention, if you will. Little birdie—yes, you—don’t say I never gave you anything. Do with this gift what you will, but I think you know we can’t let this happen. For atleasta million reasons.
According to my sources, this info will go public in a little less than two months. So, tell the world or hold this one close to the cuff, it’s up to you. But if you’ve got a plan, now would be a great time to see it put into action.
Everyone knows I don’t respond to DMs, but for you and the crew, I’m willing to make an exception for a limited time only. Looks like we’re in this one together, Little Birdie.
Later, Peeps.
—P
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My breath puffs in the wind and I’m at a loss for words. What did I just read? What did I just see in that envelope? I can’t even think right now.