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seriously occurred to him.
    In all likelihood though it was probably
just the weight of the job getting to him. It always happened to him, it never
failed. He sighed heavily into his phone while he leaned back in his squeaky
swivel chair.
    “Look, it really doesn’t make any
difference to me, you either buy it or you don’t.”
    He did his very best to listen to the
reply but his heart wasn’t in it. He was feeling the call of adventure once
again. There was only one explanation: he just hadn’t found the right career to
keep him interested.
    He knew what he wanted, he’d known since
elementary school. He’d always wanted to be part of the FBI like Uncle Peter,
like his dad. That’s why it was doubly heartbreaking that he kept being
rejected.
    During college he’d been a mall cop,
stoically patrolling the Short Pump Town Center to keep shoplifters at bay, but
mostly encountering people in need of directions. He’d gone to law school
figuring it would be his gateway to the FBI Academy, yet he couldn’t stomach
even a full year of boring lectures and mind-numbing research.
    After that, he’d spent two years working
for the TSA, screening passengers at Reagan National Airport. He had kept sane
telling himself that he had to endure the tedious work because soon he would
join the FBI. But he was rejected within a week of applying.
    Then came two years of odd jobs such as
Greyhound bus driver and leather worker. He’d thought he was getting somewhere
when he was hired by a bond recovering agency – he’d been certain he would be
taught how to be a bounty hunter – but his only duties had been related to
manning the phones.
    After his second FBI Academy rejection,
he joined the company he was currently with. The position had been pitched as aftermarket
business solution specialist .
    It took less than a day at his desk to
realize he was nothing more than a glorified insurance salesman. The firm
specialized in selling wholesale insurance tranches to agricultural co-ops,
essentially brokering deals between New York banks and California farmers.
    By now, Rick thought it was one step
removed from brain cancer.
    “I understand, I understand,” he said to
the woman on the phone. “I won’t insult your intelligence by saying something
like I’m selling you a hassle-free future , or some other crap. What I am
gonna say is that your company cannot afford to pass up this opportunity for
the only reason that we have the lowest premiums. We provide what you
absolutely need and we have the lowest prices in the business.”
    He barely paid attention to the reply on
the other end of the line. He had spoken this exact speech so many times that
he knew it failed very rarely. This was why the money was so decent here.
    Maybe he was good at his job, maybe he
had a natural gift for it. One thing was certain though, he hated it.
    “Listen, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m
gonna give you names of some of our clients. You call them and see what they
have to say about us.”
    There was a pause in California and the
mid-level agent over there agreed. Rick knew he had her.
    “All right, let me get you my secretary.”
    He punched a button on his phone and
transferred the call to another department. It was a foregone conclusion that
he’d just signed up a new client which would probably net him a $5,000
commission.
    But why wasn’t he happy about that?
    Money was nice but it was only really
rewarding when it was from something you enjoyed. Being an insurance salesman
sure as hell wasn’t something he enjoyed. The more he thought about this,  the
more he wanted to slash his wrists.
    Most of all, he kept thinking about what he
had discussed with Titus the night before. He still had the hangover to remind
him of it too which wasn’t such a bad thing.
    His friend had done everything in his
power short of waterboarding to change his mind but Rick firmly believed it was
something he had to do.
    Instinctively looking left and right