The morning sun broke through the curtains like a spotlight, illuminating the path I had set. I checked my phone, the message from Randall Knox confirming our meeting at 9 a.m. still lighting up the screen. My heart pounded like a drum echoing through the silent house.
Today was the day Hank would learn that not everything was as neatly wrapped as he believed.
Arriving at the shop, I found Hank already there, pacing in the lot, a smug look plastered on his face. His confidence was palpable, each step he took resonating with self-assurance. The corporate team from Bison Tire & Lube had yet to arrive, but Hank was already celebrating a victory that wasn’t his.
