The island where Morpheus died.

By Crtwriter and Cristian Romero de la Torre

You are recruited from thousands of candidates, you are paid an extremely high salary to travel for a month to an island paradise in the Bahamas, and all you have to do is maintain the home of a world celebrity. What could go wrong?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cistian Romero de la Torre
• Release date: Mar 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224681976

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Interview Desmon Mcgrady:

—These are a few questions we asked all the participants. —The interviewer paused to make sure his interviewee was paying attention. —The first thing you should do is state your name and your current place of residence.

—I'm Desmon Mcgrady. I'm from Portland, Maine.

— Do you have any family or dependents?

No.

— How did you hear about this job offer?

—A friend of an acquaintance. —Desmon continued with sparse, terse answers.

— Why are you applying for this position? Do you know the conditions of the position?

— Why are you applying? Money. And yes, I know the conditions.

— What jobs have you held up to now?

—All kinds; laborer, carpenter, plumber, electrician and also as a mechanic in an automobile workshop.

— Any illnesses, allergies or health problems that we should know about?

—No.

—If you are selected, you will receive the estimated amount in two payments, one half before starting and the other half at the end. Are you satisfied?

—Yes.

—That's fine, that's all for now. If you are selected for the position you will be informed during the next three days with a phone call.

—Good, thank you.

Interview Stacy Harmon

—These are a few questions we ask all participants who apply for the position.

—Sure, go ahead.

—The first thing you need to do is state your name and current place of residence.

I'm Stacy Harmon from Sant Lake City, Utah.

— Do you have any family or dependents?

—Yes, two children and my mother, who lives with us right now.

— How did you hear about this job offer?

My daughter found the job opening on the Internet.

— Why are you applying for this position? Do you know the conditions of the position?

—Because of the high pay, it is very good and I have a lot of expenses at home. And about the conditions, as I understand it is thirty days, isn't it?

—That's right.

— And the travel expenses paid?

The interviewer nodded.

— Are you aware that during your stay you will not be able to communicate neither with your children nor with any third party?

—Yes, but I'm not worried, if I get the job, their grandmother will take care of them.

—What jobs have you done so far?

—All my jobs are related to cleaning.

— Any illnesses, allergies or health problems we should be aware of?

—No, at least not that I know of. —Stacy smiled out of sheer nervousness.

—If you are selected, you will receive the estimated amount in two payments, one half before you start and the other half upon completion. Is that okay with you?

—Of course.

—Perfect, well that's it, if you are selected for the position you will be informed during the next three days with a phone call.

—Great, thank you very much. —Stacy gave a warm smile to his interviewer.

1.

After exactly three days, both were selected for the position; out of thousands of candidates they were the lucky ones. The next day, they had already received the first half of their compensation and a plane ticket. Desmon and Stacy had to travel from their respective cities to Lynden Pindling International Airport in the Bahamas.

The first to land was Desmon, who was met at the gate by two men. Desmon had no choice but to wait a few hours with the mysterious men. While waiting, he barely conversed with them, and as soon as he got tired of waiting, he went to one of the restaurants in the terminal. Shortly after finishing his meal he was approached by the two men, but this time they were accompanied by a woman.

—This is Stacy, she's going to be your companion. This is Desmon.

Desmon just nodded his head tersely, Stacy didn't know how to act and shyness was inhibiting her.

While Desmon carried only an ungainly satchel rolled over his shoulder, Stacy was carrying a huge wheeled suitcase and a backpack.

—Let's go. You've booked a hotel near here.

— We're still not going to...?

Desmon broke his silence, but was interrupted before completing his question.

—No. Today you stay here, tomorrow morning we'll pick you up at the hotel and take you to the island.

—Good.

Without delay, the two individuals took charge of driving them to their lodging. The inn where they were staying was a sober place, without luxuries, but functional. Their rooms were on the second floor and maintained the same dominant tone as the rest of the environment; it only had a double bed and a tiny bathroom. Upon entering the room, Desmon set his bag aside and placed it on the solitary and exclusive piece of furniture in the room.

He took a seat on the mattress and pondered what to do, he was convinced that his journey would begin immediately and now he didn't know where to invest the hours of waiting.

Before he could make up his mind, he heard a knock at the door. Without hesitation, he got up and opened the door to see who it was. Stacy was waiting on the other side of the gate.

—Hello... —She still didn't know how to act and felt uncharacteristically embarrassed.

—Hey. Do you want something? —Desmon looked her up and down with disdain.

—I thought we could get to know each other better, since we are going to be alone and isolated for many days.

Desmon looked at her skeptically.

—There's a bar just down the street, we could go down and have a drink together. —He persisted in his efforts.

—Well... —Desmon shrugged his shoulders slightly. — I have nothing better to do. I have nothing better to do.

Desmon closed the room and walked out in his clothes. The two shared an awkward silence as they rode the elevator down. Once they reached the second floor, they passed the foyer and then walked the short distance to the store. Once inside, they took a seat at one of the tables by the window. Stacy ordered a soft drink, Desmon a glass of whiskey.

—A little early to be drinking, isn't it?

Desmon flashed his intimidating stare. Stacy took the hint and added nothing more.

The conversation wouldn't start. And while Desmon didn't care what Stacy thought, she wanted to make a good impression.

—And tell me Desmon, are you married? Do you have children?

—No, I'm single and childless. —His answer was passive and abulic.

—I have two children. The older one is called Siren and the younger one is Luke. They are the best thing in my life, it's going to be hard for me to go a month without seeing them.

Desmon listened to her with an apathetic gesture, however, his indifference did not undermine Stacy's fortitude.

—But you know, you have to make a living. Siren is going to college this year, and I can really use the money to pay for everything.

—Yeah... I can imagine. —Desmon was shamelessly looking at a clock on the white wall of the establishment, it seemed to him that time was not moving forward.

— And what can you tell me about yourself?

—There's not much to tell.

—Come on 'Des' don't make me beg you.

Desmon didn't like the nickname, however, he preferred not to mention it.

— What exactly do you want to know?

—Anything. We're going to spend the whole month together, and I think it's best to know a little about each other.

—I'm Irish. I lived in Ireland until I was twenty.

— And how did you end up in America?

—I was kicked out of the army and my father who was a colonel disowned me. I decided to move to New York and look for a job.

—And are you still living in 'the big apple'? —Stacy became interested.

—No. I got tired of the city and the people, now I live in Portland.

—I hear you, cities that big can be overwhelming. I live in Utah.

—All right.

—It's