“YOU’RE LATE AGAIN,” said his immediate manager.
His manager is short, dark, and bald. A mustache suited his serious face that demands respect.
“Traffic,” Number One Fan said.
“As usual, you’re number one reason. Any more original than that?” his manager asked with sarcasm.
“I’m doing my job, Boss,” he said.
“What do you mean doing your job?” his manager asked back. “You didn’t show up in our meeting yesterday. They’re trying to call you but you’re out of reach. What’s the matter with you?”
“I’m busy with some personal affairs that only I can do,” Number One Fan said.
“I have been fair and patient with you but you have abused our working relationship.”
HE DROPPED OFF HIS CAR, went behind it and took a gallon of gasoline from the trunk. He looked around to see if someone watched. No
