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The streets of Memphis were packed with cars and tourists for some big event that had come to town. Steven Ackerman blinked and sighed. He’d just moved here from a small town in Alabama and had never been anywhere like this in his entire life. This was as many people as he’d ever seen in one place and he wasn’t so sure the move was the best idea.Looking both ways, he decided this was his opportunity and darted across the street as quickly as he could without looking like a fool. He was already on the verge of running late to his brand new job opportunity. He looked at his watch and felt the anxiety increasing with every tick of the second hand. ‘I should’ve given myself more time in case things got tricky,’ he thought to himself.—————————Eleven minutes later, he found himself standing in front of an abandoned building with a broken window and wooden planks nailed across the door, barring entrance. He stuffed his hand into his pocket and double-checked the address, ‘842 South Willow’. This was it. The address was engraved into the old white stone above the door in faded golden letters. ‘Damn it,’ he cursed and sat down on the steps leading to the barred door and sat his backpack in front of him.Steven was twenty-two years old and had left his parent’s house after flunking out of college to move here. He’d been a good student at the local community college, but the girls distracted him. One girl led him into a small party scene and it was all downhill from there.He was forced to find a job and pay for his loans all by himself. He tried all the websites and apps, but in his small town, the only jobs available were fast-food spots and gas stations. After a few days of searching, he received an email about a job from what he thought was a big supply company. Now, he’d have to crawl back home a failure if he didn’t do something fast. But, what? What could he possibly do? He’d already pre-paid a hotel for two weeks and bought a cheap suit with his parent’s money. He was nearly broke with no leads or idea of what to do.He sank into himself with his arms pressed against his forehead as he sat on the steps. He closed his eyes and tried to think. But, his thinking was interrupted by approaching footsteps. He lifted his head and pushed his black bangs from his view and saw a tall man in a black and red overcoat with long white hair standing in front of him. He met his eyes and instantly noticed how clear and powerfully white they were. They had no color around the pupil and held a piercing yet friendly gaze. Never in his life Kadıköy Escort had he seen a man like this and before he could utter a word, the individual smiled a thin grin and spoke in such a very smooth voice.“My name is Alredion Whist. I’m the owner of International Radiant. You must be Steven.”It took a few seconds for the words to make sense. Steven scrambled to his feet and smiled, outstretching his hand for potentially, his new boss. It was met with a pale and slender hand that was unusually cold to the touch.“Yes, sir. That’s me,” he replied while still holding a smile.Alredion nodded and took back his hand. “Good!” he said excitedly, flashing a brilliantly white smile. “Follow me, please.”As he turned to walk up the street, Steven got a better look at the strange man. He had red boots that gleamed in the sunlight and were tucked under perfectly pressed black slacks of immaculate quality. The red and black overcoat hung down to the backs of his knees and the tops of the shoulders had dark black fur that covered his neck. To add to it all, the white hair was resting under a top hat of all things with a black and silver band around its base. Just who was this man? Steven thought as he followed behind and the only thing he could think was, well he’s my new boss.—————————Alredion Whist led Steven a few blocks away to a parking garage. Inside they entered an elevator and went down to the lowest floor which Steven noticed, was underground. He followed his boss through a large set of black doors that seemed to be impossibly heavy and thick and through those doors there was an expensive desk with two hallways leading on either side of the desk. A lovely young blond lady stood at the desk with a smile and a pleasant welcome to them both. Above her head was a sign and engraved in gold letters it read, ‘International Radiant.’They walked the left hallway and at the very end was another set of very large doors. The letters were engraved directly into the door, almost like a carving from a master worker. They read, ‘The Salesman.’Steven entered the room. He felt strange about everything and a thought kept creeping from the back of his mind to leave. But, for a chance at success and employment, he would push those feelings away and just continue.In the room was an immaculate wooden desk. Steven was in awe at the intricate markings and carvings along its surface and edges. Tiny animals and objects had been cut into the wood’s surface. There were so many of them in so much detail that if Kadıköy Escort Bayan Steven looked at the desk for months he felt he could still find new things to admire.‘Do you like it?” the white-haired Whist said. He had already seated himself behind it and he smiled at Steven almost knowingly. “Uh, yes sir! It’s ah, it’s amazing.” Steven was being drawn back into the carved figures and would have been entranced with detail again if not for Whist pulling out a large bag and placing it on the desk in front of Steven.It dropped with a hefty weight on the desk and Whist stood, unzipping it to show Steven its contents. Papers were shoved into the corners of the large bag and more lie on top of a very astonishing amount of money. Steven began to sweat instantly and felt like this was somehow wrong. Whist chuckled quietly and sat back down. His white eyes were locked onto Steven’s. With a smooth tone and cadence, he finally revealed his intentions.“Mr. Ackerman, these are the documents to all of my property including this entire parking garage and the floor we now sit. There are three hundred and fifty thousand dollars inside the bag as well. I would like you to have it all.” The strange white-haired Alredion Whist flashed that mysterious and charming smile once more.Steven’s mouth fell open quite literally. His eyes widened and found their way to the pile of money in the bag. Sweat trickled from his brow and ran along his cheek. He felt hot. Hot and confused and very, very excited.“Sir, uh, there’s no way. There just no way you’d give me all of this! I can’t even…I can’t even…” he cleared his through as his thoughts began to tumble over one another and he could no longer find any words to speak. He just sat there staring and thinking without a single fully formed thought.Whist leaned back in his chair and laughed heavily. “Oh, yes! Yes, I would, Steven Ackerman! I would give this to you and more! All you have to do is sign the documents and it’s done.” He leaned forward and the smile disappeared along with his joyous demeanor. “But, there is of course a very important catch.”Steven’s eyes shot from the bag of money and documents back to Whist who seemed gravely serious. His white eyes locked onto Steven with a purpose. “That’s right, Steven Ackerman. You can have all of this money and property. However, if you take it you must also take my duties and responsibilities.”Steven’s throat finally let out the passing of a low and shaky sound. “What?”Whist folded his arms in his Escort Kadıköy lap and placed one pale and cold hand on top of the other. “You must take over my job as Salesman and owner of Internarional Radiant. Of course, you would not be responsible for any previous ongoings of the business and any profit coming from before your start date would be mine. But, from this day forth, you would be the owner and operator of this company and you would also get to keep everything in the bag.”Steven looked from the bag to Whist and from Whist to the bag. His heart pounded and thoughts of his parents, home, and every mundane aspect of his life chaotically fought each other in his head.“I’ll do it,” he blurted out quite softly. “I can sell whatever needs to be sold for that kind of money. I can…I can do it.” He pictured what he might be selling and didn’t even think to ask. He had already thought the worst. Drugs, weapons, women. It didn’t even seem so impossible to sell his very soul in that moment.Whist’s smile returned. “Outstanding.” He stood and grabbed various papers from the bag and had Steven sign them. Then he pulled a small chest from underneath the desk and opened it. Inside there was a single large vial of silver glimmering liquid. It gave off a dull light as Whist pulled it from the chest and held it out to Steven.“I must warn you, my job as the Salesman is not just a job, Steven. It is a role that has existed for millennia. Its sole purpose is to provide humanity a certain balance.” Steven took the vial in a trance. The words of Whist no longer coming from the individual behind the desk, but from inside his own head. “Certain people in this world need to be given a chance beyond what is naturally offered. Certain people need to be sold items and ideas that alter one’s life. While others, need to be sifted down toward the bottom of humanity. Balance, Steven. As the Salesman, after you drink this liquid you will know what to do. It may not dawn on you right away. But, you will find yourself slowly filling the role with the utmost excellence.”Steven slammed the drink in his trance-like state and immediately his throat howled in pain. He clutched his throat and threw his head back and grit his teeth while closing his eyes. The pain followed the silver liquid down into his body until his body throbbed and felt white-hot. The pain was so immense that he lost consciousness and fell to the floor.—————————Some time later, he found himself in a dark room. Saliva had dried across his face and he peeled himself from the floor and looked around with a dull mind. He blinked. He was still in the room that he drank the liquid. The bag of papers and money still on the desk in front of him. Whist was nowhere to be seen in the darkness. Had it…worked? Was all of this now his? Was he now…the Salesman? What did that even mean?
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