It was a late October evening. Everyone
else in the office had gone home, but there wasn’t anyone waiting at home for
Betsie, so she decided to get the last of the filing done first, hoping to earn
some bonus points from Miss Hildebrand. While sitting at her desk in the secretarial
area she overheard a conversation between her boss, Mr. Anderson and another
man.
“Do you have the stuff, you know the
drugs?”
“Yes I do but they are hidden until
you pay me twice the amount we agreed upon.”
“That’s not the way to do business. We
agreed on a fee. I did the loading and driving. I had all the risk.”
“But it’s my company and my name on
those trucks that’s taking the biggest risk if we get caught, moving your drugs.
So the amount is double.”
“I don’t have the money now. You
should know, you write my paycheck. You’ll pay for lying to me!”
“Don’t threaten me. You won’t like it
when I’m threatened. Find a way to get that money by Tuesday or I’m selling
them to another customer.”
Quietly the men left the area and Betsie
couldn’t hear them anymore. She wasn’t quite sure if she had heard the whole
conversation correctly. Could the men
have been talking about something other than drugs? Wasn’t it illegal to ship
drugs across the US border? Maybe it wasn’t her boss. After all she didn’t
actually see the people talking.
Keeping her mouth quiet in fear,
Betsie hid under her desk for two hours and then snuck out the door, hoping
that no one had noticed her. Keeping her eyes alert, each sound that she heard
made her jump. Even though she never saw anything on the dark walk home, her
heart was going off like an alarm clock. Locking each of her three locks on the
door, made Betsie feel a tiny bit safer, but it wasn’t until she climbed into
bed and pushed the largest knife from the kitchen under her mattress that she
fell into a deep sleep.
2 comments:
A big kitchen knife under her pillow? OUCH...I'd end up slicing myself for sure.
catherinelee100 at gmail dot com
I've done it before. It isn't a good night's sleep.
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