OFFERS AND WEIRDO’S (23)

I glanced between the two men, The one who handed me the blank cheque looked to be in his late forties, His hair was styled back and you could tell it had been dyed recently, A cigarette sat loosely at the side of his lips as he stared at me in expectation.

I licked my lips and discreetly tapped my foot against the ground. I tried to gauge the situation because this sounded like some cliche part of a movie I watched a few months ago. Cause, let's face it, who randomly offers someone a blank cheque in exchange for working with them. It's either this man was filthy rich or just dumb.

"Look, You don't have to make a decision right now." The man's voice sounded heavy but not demanding. There was something about this man that just felt so familiar. I was certain I had never seen this man before, but something about him was just so—

"You can decide tomorrow and come to my company and tell us your decision," The man continued and handed me a file,