Flash! Fiction 3 by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

The Plan

As Robert changes over to talk about administrative matters, I recognize that this is going to be perfect. A more timely and plausible pyramid scheme just can’t be found. One or two things need to fall in place first, so I’ll buy some time. I assure Robert that I’m interested—more than he can imagine—but that I need a day to move some—er—funds around.

We agree to a late morning meeting on the following day.

Walking through the revolving door and out into the busy sidewalk, I spot the coffee shop where I’ll hang out until Bob leaves the office. I choose a seat at the counter facing the window, directly opposite the old building with the revolving door. From here, I can observe the comings and goings without attracting attention.

I am convinced that Robert was telling me that the job was mine as long as I made the necessary arrangements. What about Bob?

Well, no job's permanent, and like Robert said, you never know when a vacancy might pop up. In the hidden job market, you have to be prepared for anything, at anytime.