a moment, I couldn’t move. My hands hovered, useless, as if touching the contents would make them real in a way I wasn’t ready for.
Then I picked up the card.
The words were simple, printed clearly.
I’m not homeless. I’m a CEO. I test people.
The room seemed to tilt, the way it does when your brain tries to process something and can’t find a place to file it.
My blood went cold.
I read it again, as if the letters might rearrange into something more sensible.
They didn’t.
