Believe, Mr. Thomas by Don Carey

Excerpt from Believe, Mr. Thomas

Across the desk sat an older, well dressed man, and he was getting on my nerves. Our meeting had been arranged by my Board of Directors, and I silently cursed them when the man asked if I would run his brand new, as yet unnamed Christmas non-profit.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Well, you see, the thing is, um, Mr. …”

“Nicholas,” he said. “Nicholas, right. You see, Mr. Nicholas, the thing is I already have a job—a very good one, in fact.” I adjusted the nameplate on my desk which read ‘Reginald Thomas—Chief Executive.’

“Yes, you do have a good job,” he said, smiling through his trimmed white beard. “For now.” I wondered what he meant by that, but decided not to ask—it would only delay the meeting’s conclusion. “Nevertheless, I would suggest you seriously consider my offer, Mr. Thomas.”

 I was seriously considering a call to office security instead when he continued, “Ordinarily I wouldn’t bother you with this. I certainly don’t like to be a bother, but I’m here as a favor to my dear friend Holly Garland.”

I stopped, and he smiled at me again. “Yes, that Holly Garland. Your grandmother.”

“Mr. Nicholas,” I said icily, “had you done your homework, you would know that my grandmother died over thirty years ago.” The only thing worse than a shameless name dropper was a clueless one.

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