JORDAN SAT AT HIS DESK, phone to his ear. Sara called again, but he’d missed her, and she didn’t leave a message. Poor thing was scared to death. He should know better than to subject her to those types of movies. Every year he gave her an out, but she never took it. After this, perhaps next year she would. Hell, next year he’d give himself an out.
His coworker, George, knocked on the edge of his cubicle.
“Lunch?” George asked with raised eyebrows.
Jordan accepted by standing and grabbing his jacket.
“Did you catch the top scariest movie last night?” Jordan asked as they made their way to the front doors and out into the cool afternoon.
“Yeah,” George said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe The Grudge won first place.”
Jordan stopped walking. “The Grudge?” Jordan said. “Are you sure
