The talking of the secretary outside his door irritated John Maxims
beyond words. Her constant high droning, "Sorry, he is unable see you right
now," which she repeated several times a day, beat into his nerves.
Finally, he called over the intercom, "Susan, is the President here? He
said he would be here at two o'clock, and it's already two-thirty."
A high, chipper voice answered, "He just came in now, sir. Should I send
him in?
John moved his jaw in frustration, "Of course you should!" He said
loudly. Without another hesitation, the door opened into his large office,
and the thin figures of the President, head of Financial Investments Co. and
his high Executive lackeys entered the room.
The President's face looked solemn, but a trace of excitement crested the
sides of his mouth. "So, John, we're here."
"Yes, sir." John answered. The President didn't often come to speak
personally with a junior executive.
"We've come to discuss a promotion."
"Really, sir?" Finally, John thought. Every second devoted to the
company, a divorce, and practically fatherless children were just few of
many sacrifices he'd made.
The Executives moved in around him. For a moment, John felt as though he
were being cornered. He disregarded the notion. The President stood in front
of John's desk, eyeing him darkly. "But first, are you willing to give
yourself entirely to the company, in every aspect?"
John smiled inwardly, "Yes, of course."
The President went on, "You will sacrifice time, health, and happiness?"
John nodded. So many questions! "And lastly, do you swear that you will
serve the head me, myself, without any hesitation, ever?" He nodded again.
The President's lip curled in an odd fashion. "Then accept your promotion."
He said quietly.
Confusion crossed John's face. Suddenly, the lackey standing behind
placed a small box into John's lap.
"An initiation present?" Pride filled his mind. Such an odd box, tinted
with red and brown.
"Open it." The President said softly, but John heard undertones of
eagerness and impatience. John obeyed and opened the lid. A golden worm of
some sort, about the length of his thumb, sat perfectly still. At the sight
of the box's contents, each man in the room drew a deep breath of
appreciation.
"Place it on your arm." One of the Executives said, and there was no
mistaking the sick glee in their words.
A little frightened, John said, "Maybe later, if it's all the same to
you." The President's arm moved swiftly, and grabbed the golden worm from
the box, placing it on John's wrist. John pulled away, but an eerie itch,
then scratching, began to grow there.
The golden worm shot into his skin, and John cried out. It was crawling
through his arm! He watched the bump move through his forearm, then felt it
swim into his shoulder, his neck. He let out a scream, and someone behind
him covered his mouth. He struggled to get free as the parasite climbed
further. Oh, God, he thought, It's burrowing!
The worm wriggled farther, now on the back of his neckline.
Then, just as abruptly as the attack had began, it ended. John relaxed as a
flow of facts and figures flowed crisply into his mind. A sense of vicious
determination and desire filled and guided his thoughts. Money, power.I must
have it, he thought, clenching a fist hard against the large desk.
The
President released his arm, and John saw a devilish golden glow enrapture
his steely eyes. John knew he shared it.
"Welcome, John," The man said
coyly, "To the elite of the world."
John smiled, knowing he was now one
of the lucky few, the selected. Gifted with a desire for wealth, power, and
control, what man could stand in his way? What was his 'divorce'? What were
his children to him? Time? He didn't need it. No, nothing mattered now but
the knowledge that he had joined the secret rulers of the world, and with
them, he would gain unimaginable power.
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