ZAIJIAN HEWSON
I anticipated for this day to come, and yet I’m met with a different outcome.
Before I could even start my car’s engine, my phone rang. I answered the call as I turned the car on, allowing some breeze to cool off my nerves.
“Hey, Blake! What’s up? I inquired as I loosened my necktie with a weary sigh.
“I’m good, and I hope you are too.” Before I could answer, he continued. “So, I’ve got a question. Does the name Bob Marshall ring a bell?”
I immediately straightened. “It does.”
“I figured. He just called me a few minutes ago. He didn’t say much though. Bob just mentioned that you might’ve referred to him.” He paused. “So, care to share what happened?”
Without any hesitation, I filled in the gaps for him. Blake was someone I trusted completely.
Blake managed to say
