Stephen Smith had been in the midst of a deep sleep when something caused him to awaken. Was it a muffled footstep…a cooler than usual draught of air over the surface of his nearly nude body…a tiny pinprick of light…the sound of a car engine at this late hour (or early hour, depending upon how one looked at it)…or simply an uneasy feeling. Groggily hauling himself upright he glanced around, bringing his senses to bear on the problem. Seeing and hearing nothing unusual in the room, he peeked at the clock on the bedside table and noticed that the hands stood at the unholy hour of 3:00 AM. Fully awake now, Stephen got out of bed and padded over to the window. Upon pulling back the drapes and peering out into the night, he noticed a car he didn't remember ever seeing before in the condo community in which he lived. It was parked in one of the guest parking slots. That's strange, he thought. I don't remember that car being here when I turned in for the night.
The next thought that went through his brain was, Stevie boy, you're getting as bad as the old blue-haired biddies living here who make it their business to spy on their neighbors and then run, twittering like magpies, to the management.
Turning away from the window, he walked out into the living room and, turning a lamp on using the dim setting, he searched for the pack of cigarettes and the lighter he had left lying there. Finding what he wanted, he slipped a cigarette from the pack and lit it, tossing the lighter back on the table where he had found it. Stephen was about to return to the bedroom when he noticed an envelope that had been slid beneath his front door. Hmmm, wonder what the hell this is?
Opening the envelope, he extracted the piece of paper lying within and snapped it open. Scanning its contents, he shook his head and chuckled. This guy has entirely too much money and too much time on his hands! Why is this broad so important to him? He can have any of at least a few thousand others. What's so special about this one?
Stephen doused the lamp and walked back into the bedroom, where he once again walked over to the window and stared out into the darkness as he relished the last few drags of his cigarette. Well, that strange car is gone. Must've belonged to whoever delivered that envelope. Ah well, he'd worry about the whole deal in the morning. It shouldn't be too difficult for a wannabe actor who'd actually done some bits parts to figure out how to finagle his way into a hotel room. Hopefully this acting job would be more ultimately rewarding than the last one he had attempted�?/FONT>
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