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Present Day
It was a cool, springtime day in Atlanta under a crisp blue sky. Cade Williams’ windows sat half-open on his aging Honda/Toyota wannabe four-door. The car wasn’t going to attract any women, but it was paid for and had plenty of life left in it. He pulled out of his apartment, which was a pre-fab’d clone of every other apartment complex in the city. The grounds were so covered with pansies, it looked as if the owners had purchased a lifetime supply of the flower.
“Those are probably why my rent is so high,” he said to no one in particular. But being young and single in Atlanta meant you lived in the Buckhead area because that’s where the women were. Not that Cade knew any of them.
It was only a mile up Lenox Road to Peachtree Street and then to the office. Cade turned up
