Contracts of the Father

By David S Reynolds

After being down and out with a family to support, Stephen Gordon luckily manages to land a job that ends the bad days forever. Stephen eventually learns that perhaps luck had nothing to do with getting the job and that it comes with a very high price that he may not want to pay.

Stephen Gordon sat on the edge of the chair. He had been waiting an hour already and was filled with enough nervous energy to run three Boston marathons and was ready to start climbing the wall. A glance at the secretary glued him to the seat. After passing her desk for the third time while pacing earlier she shot him a look that sent him to his chair like a scared schoolchild. He had already been on three interviews with this company, each one with a person higher up on the food chain than the first and he was beginning to wonder if this interview was with God himself. Whoever it was, Stephen hoped the guy would get his act together and start the interview soon, the food stamp office would be closed in an hour.

“Hobbs will see you now Mr. Gordon.” The secretaries voice cut through him like a knife.

“Shit!” Stephen thought to himself. “Old man B. Hobbs himself! President and CEO of the company. Guess I wasn’t too far off in thinking I was waiting on God.”

Behind the door Stephen was surprised by how small and simple the office was. He expected a man with B. Hobbs reputation to have the biggest, most opulent office on the face of the planet. This office was actually quite humble, almost penitent. The only decoration was a painting of a rich garden hung on the wall behind Mr. Hobbs. On the desk sat a smart phone, a bowl of apples and a single sheet of paper. It was too dark to read what was on it at a glance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Renaissance Redneck Media
• Release date: Mar 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301485062

David S Reynolds

I am somewhat of a rarity - A Tucsonan that was actually born in Tucson, Az. Other than one semester of college at Northern Arizona University where I learned I don't like snow, always lived in the Tucson valley and consider myself a certified desert rat. I enjoy reading and writing many different styles and genre, from political satire to mindless theater. Sometimes I write with a message in mind, sometimes I don't. When I'm not writing I enjoy traveling, photography, riding motorcycles, building and flying model aircraft and trying new stuff. You can find more about me and find out about new releases on Facebook by looking up Renaissance Redneck Media. I hope you get something from my writings, even if it is just a laugh. Thanks for reading.

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Contracts of the Father

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Contracts of the Father

1 The Interview

2 Life Coach

3 Old Friends

4 Questions

5 Missed Opportunity

6 Final Decision

Also by David S Reynolds

This is a work of fiction, none of the characters are real.

…or are they?

The Interview

Stephen Gordon sat on the edge of the chair. He had been waiting an hour already and was filled with enough nervous energy to run three Boston marathons and was ready to start climbing the wall. A glance at the secretary glued him to the seat. After passing her desk for the third time while pacing earlier she shot him a look that sent him to his chair like a scared schoolchild. He had already been on three interviews with this company, each one with a person higher up on the food chain than the first and he was beginning to wonder if this interview was with God himself. Whoever it was, Stephen hoped the guy would get his act together and start the interview soon, the food stamp office would be closed in an hour.

Hobbs will see you now Mr. Gordon. The secretary’s voice cut through him like a knife.

Shit! Stephen thought to himself. Old man B. Hobbs’ himself! President and CEO of the company. Guess I wasn’t too far off in thinking I was waiting on God.

Behind the door Stephen was surprised by how small and simple the office was. He expected a man with B. Hobbs reputation to have the biggest, most opulent office on the face of the planet. This office was actually quite humble, almost penitent. The only decoration was a painting of a rich garden hung on the wall behind Mr. Hobbs. On the desk sat a smart phone, a bowl of apples and a single sheet of paper. It was too dark to read what was on it at a glance.

B. Hobbs himself was another surprise. Before Stephen was an old man that despite his reputation looked as harmless as a butterfly. He did not bother to look up from the book he was reading. Stephen was reminded of his grandfather.

Pleased to meet you Mr. Hobbs said Stephen as he entered the room