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road as he backed out.
    “The China market lost twenty-seven percent of value yesterday or last night as we slept. Japan lost eighteen percent, and both countries closed markets early,” Alex announced. “Here in America, all signs are our markets will follow this crash.”
    Hearing a horn, Nelson turned and saw a car waiting on him to move. He pulled back in the driveway and let the car pass as Alex continued. “The markets open in fifteen minutes, so we will see.”
    “Holy shit,” Nelson mumbled. He was no economist by any means, but even he knew those were massive losses.
    “The Secretary of the Treasury announced an hour ago he was certain our markets wouldn’t follow the downturn and was backed by the chairman of the Federal Reserve,” Alex continued, and Nelson chuckled. “Yes, America, that’s what they said; you can look on their websites and even see it on the networks. I’m just here to tell you if our market doesn’t drop, it’s because they are inflating the numbers or outright lying.”
    Nelson nodded. “You got that right.”
    “With our debt now over twenty trillion dollars, if China, who holds over seven percent of our debt, demands payment, we are screwed as the house of cards will fall. Then, if Japan, who holds almost that much, does the same, the house of cards will burst into flames,” Alex said in a somber voice.
    Shaking his head and making sure no cars were coming, Nelson backed out. “Wish I could run up a debt like that,” he mumbled. “Hell, the last loan we had, they seemed pissed when we paid off the note early,” he said, talking to the radio as he drove down the road.
    Listening to the talk show as he drove to work, Nelson was numb as he pulled in the parking lot and into his space. Grabbing his cellphone, he texted Michelle the highlights then climbed out. He put his cellphone holster on his belt and grabbed the newspaper. Seeing nothing else, he closed the door and spun around. Hitting the button to lock the doors, his truck honked at him, letting him know the alarm was on.
    As he walked inside, Nelson opened the paper and didn’t see anything on the China and Japan market crash. “Probably didn’t know before the paper was released,” he said, folding the newspaper up. Walking past employees, he smiled and talked to a few as he headed for his office.
    Turning off the main floor, he walked down a narrow hall that opened into a large waiting room with a secretary on each side. Turning to the right, he walked past a middle-aged, chubby woman sitting behind a desk: Mildred, his secretary. “Hey, Mildred,” he said, stopping as she handed him a stack of folders.
    “The new inventory arrived, and the store managers will be online for the conference at ten,” she said with a smile.
    “All the inventory arrived?” he asked, shocked, looking at the stack as he took it. In the five years he had this job, never had all the new inventory arrived on time.
    Handing over a mug of coffee, Mildred nodded, smiling. “Yes, even the display models and warehouse stock.”
    “Well, I might get out of here on time,” Nelson said, smiling and heading to his office. Walking in, he found several boxes on the far wall. He set the stack of files and his coffee down then went over and started opening boxes. Finding this year’s new releases of hunting bows and guns inside, Nelson smiled. Pulling the ATF forms from the boxes of guns, he signed as Mildred came in and started gathering the empty boxes.
    “Daren wants to talk to you before the online meeting,” Mildred said, carrying out an armload.
    Walking over to his desk and grabbing his coffee, Nelson nodded, “Send him in when he gets here.” Daren was the store manager for this store.
    “I’ll get someone to bring some cases over for the guns and bows,” Mildred said and walked out before Nelson could reply.
    “That woman is too good,” Nelson said, carrying his coffee over to inspect the new merchandise. There were three