Contracts of the Father (eBook, ePUB)
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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 ...
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.
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.
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