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Come Again von Novak, Rick (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 30.06.2015
  • Verlag: BookBaby
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Come Again

When Ray Cass, a successful advertising executive and lapsed Catholic, begs God to save his dying daughter's life, his prayer is so persuasive, God answers it under one condition: Ray must promote the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. A taut, twisted thrill ride takes Ray from his high-octane world of crafting slick messages selling glamorous products to creating a communications package for the most important marketing campaign in history. Marked for death by the anti-Christ, Ray risks his life to complete his mission and fulfill his promise.


    Format: ePUB
    Kopierschutz: AdobeDRM
    Seitenzahl: 192
    Erscheinungsdatum: 30.06.2015
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9781483556086
    Verlag: BookBaby
    Größe: 466kBytes
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Come Again

Chapter 6 I couldn't keep my eyes off the clock. The morning seemed locked in slow motion. When I ran out of patience, I rushed to the hospital. Melissa was out, undergoing more tests. I waited as long as I could, left a note, and headed back to the office. I took the service elevator to our floor and tried to sneak past Gina, while she talked on the phone. She spotted me and waved, indicating her need to speak to me. I nodded and went into my lair to calm down. I sat down, turned, and leaned back, studying the lake and its environs. As I forced myself to slow down, I got the sense of being away for a long time and coming back to find things the same, yet different. My energy levels soared. I anticipated the potential challenges of the job instead of dreading the hours spent in dismal toil. For some time the work began to seem monotonous; the problems trivial; the concerns childish; the crises silly. Now, my eagerness returned with a vengeance. I loved what I did: going head-to-head with demanding marketing directors; the short life span of a flight of commercials; the unexpected curves tossed at me. I thrived on the frantic pace and the pressure to get the message just right. I might peddle my muse like a slattern, but I earned courtesan rates and, if the clients behaved, they got a kiss on the lips and the time of their lives. Did this constitute a mid-life crisis? Was I too successful, took too much for granted? Offers to buy the agency were on the table. If I sold my shop, I'd give Gina, Jerry, and the others their pieces of the action and semi-retire. With enough money to take care of Melissa and me, I would be free to do what I wanted. A knock on the door preceded Gina's entry. I turned around. "A visitor awaits you," she announced. "Not today, Gina. I'm busy." "Oh, you'll want to meet this one," she said, daring me to refuse. I hated this game we played. She liked boxing me in and I refused to try to escape. "Okay. Show the son-of-a-bitch in." Flashing a silly smile, she left. I wondered what nonsense could be afoot. She returned, ushering her mystery guest into my office. I brightened like an emerging sunrise. One of the most beautiful women I ever beheld stood before me. Her thick, butterscotch hair framed a face no one would find out of place on the cover of Vogue . She wore a fitted mint green jacket and a slim yellow skirt ending an interesting distance above her knees. Elegant, tan legs led to multi-strap suede heels, completing her ensemble. I got to my feet, hoping my mouth wasn't hanging open. "Allow me to introduce Hope." I walked around my desk and stopped a couple of feet from her. She offered her smooth, warm hand. I acted like a Victorian matron with the vapors as I shook it. "She's here about your daughter." Gina's words killed my daze. "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cass," said Hope, in a well modulated, cultured voice. "Me, too," I said, wary. Gina offered something to drink. Hope declined and Gina left, grinning like the village idiot over my reaction. Hope waited until the door closed before speaking. "I represent a potential client," she said, handing me a business card containing her name, email address, and the company name, INRI. I reached back, dropped her card on the desk, grabbed my coffee, and led her to a grouping of leather furniture in a corner of my

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