Initial Introduction

BUISNESS THAT KILLS.

It's intrigeing how memories can either keep people alive....or kill them. Not the person haveing the memories, but the people in those memories. They can fade over time, and instead of living on, as they seem to in pictures and even written text, they just die. Then that's it for them. That's why it's always smart to keep pictures. Otherwise, a persons image that was once fresh in your mind might first start to distort a little, then completely vanish. Once you get to that point, it's as if you can't even piece together the person's face in the slightest anymore. Without a picture, the person is just gone; Out of your life, and nothing but a character of your past. Now, if this process takes place near immediatly, you know that the person who's image has vanished from your mind right off obviously wasen't that important in the first place. If they had been, they wouldn't have faded so quickly. Not for those with decent mental health, at the very least. Sometimes, however, a persons image doesn't fade from another persons memory...ever. No matter how many years pass without even as much as a photograph, in certin scenerio's, you can still close your eyes, and they apear right before your very eyelids, just as they were the last time you had seen them, or some time near there, if not. These are the people who were important to you. 'Made a big impact on your life. Even if a person like this, embeded in your memory forever, wasen't a person you wished to keep in your life long term, they most deffinitly meant something to you. Otherwise, their image wouldn't stick around in your psyche....

"These red skins make me hurl!" Marissa spun around on her heel to face Miguil, her back to the telivision. "Ya see that? These redskins...ugh!...they drive me mad, I tell you!" Miguil looked puzzled, wearing a subtle smile that broke out into a laugh. "'Thought you didn't care for baseball?" Marissa let out an awkward giggle. "Yeah...baseball....what losers." "Marissa, how much have to had so far?" She widened her eyes, and her smile grew only on the right side. "Miggy, not nearly enough to satisfy my taste! But if you must know, I've consumed 7 jagar explosives yet.." Miguil tried to keep a straight face, but failed. "Explosives? You mean bombs, Marissa?" He found her quirky terms to be cute. "Yeah, yeah..BOMBS, if you must be cliche' about it" She did another 80 degree heel-spin tward the kitchen,- "Let's go take a few more, you're too sober." -, and she took off tward the island counter.


"Okayy, so, you don't do much drinking, do you, little man?" Miggy tried to hide the fact that he'd just taken a bruise to the ego with the mention of him being a 'little man'. "I get out. Don't you worry about me, I've got myself." Marissa didn't look convinced. "Now I don't wanna hav'ta...go cleanin' up the carpets in the morning...because you...didn't know how to hold your liquior. Now, before I go 'n fill you up...you're gonna hav'ta promise me that you're gonna be a big boy the whole time.." Miguil took further offence, never speaking a word of it. "Only the biggest. That's a promise." And he sealed it with two shots of spiced rum. "...that better not be a sexual reference, Mr.Miguil Raghboi." He downed two more shots. "Assult you in your own home? Nahhh, not a man like me. I'm a big boy, remember?" Marissa said nothing. She walked silently, slightly stumbling to the love seat by the eight-foot brick fire place, and took a seat as gracefully as a drunk woman could. "Let's talk buisness, Miguil." She wore a face so serious, the king of judges would be intimidated. But not Miguil Raghboi. Not miggy. He kept his game face. "Shoot. Whatcha gotta say?" Marissa stared at him blankly a moment before speaking. "Mr.Raghboi, have you been in the car business your entire carrer, or is this a new enterprise for you? I'm talking, one year? Five years? More..?" Miguil slid another shot of rum down his throat, followed by two large gulps of coca cola from the bottle. "I'd say about two point five years."


"Are you aware, Mr.Raghboi, that you are now eligible to climb the ladder of further sucsess? I'm talking all expense paid buisness trips to Hawaii, Alaska, England, Japan...for up to six people of your choice! Do you have a family, Miguil?" He tried not to let his face show the slightest trace of disease, or the smallest amount of genuine interest. He knew buisness, but he also knew a good offer when he saw one. "I've got two kids. They're seven years old, twin daughters. Their mother...the love of my life passed away when they were only three. I'm a single father. Ya don't see that too often, eh?" Marissa narrowed her already-dark eyes. "So you've still got three people left to choose." She completely ignored the mention of his ex wife, showing no remorse, and loseing points in the eyes of Miguil because of it. "You're a sensitive man, Miggy. You want to do big things, you want to see the world. I know guys like you. I know people like you. It starts young. I go in and do speechs in the elementary schools, and I talk to kids that I know are going to grow up to be like you. It's your type that do big things in the idea industry. It's people like you who go away on vacation, get inspired, then end up createing life-altering inventions. That is why I'd like to give you this two-week trip to the place of your choice; You can choose from my list, and while there, you'll have a meeting with the president of whichever GBBT Co capital building you are nearest to. There they will give you a virtual tour of each of the capital buildings in each of the 10 locations on the list I am going to show you and give you a copy of. From there, you can choose which one most fits your taste, then you and your daughters, plus three other people of your choice, can relocate and stay for free on your entire own floor in the GBBT Co capital lodgeing palace. They're all extremely unique, nice places with very beautiful, uncommon styles of atmoshphere. You'd be able to call that entire floor home, for as long as you were with GBBT Co, Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow Corporation, comming up with new ideas for a better, more advanced future." Miguil was astonished at the big time, high class offers this drunk woman was offering him in her mansion home. This morning he was minding his own buisness, drinking coffee at a family-owned diner, then before he knew it, he was rideing in a limo with a woman he'd just met in that coffee shop, not knowing much more about her than that she was a very important person, with a lot to offer, and she didn't waste her time on anyone she didn't think was worth it. "Wow..." He took a moment to catch his breath. "That's a lot to take in." He quickly downed two more shots. "But I'm in. 'Can't turn that down." And with that, the two of them drank in celebration.


Miguil turned over to stare at the loud, buzzing clock. 5:15am. He'd only gotten about 3 hours of sleep. Before even yawning, he took a moment to be sure that he remembered exactly what had happened the night before. Nothing too shame-worthy came to mind, so he let out a yawn, streached, and headed out the door and down the hall to the morning diner. Upon walking through the morning diner door, Miguil found Marissa, already ready for the day, sitting cross-legged at the glass table. She was eating half a bagle and sipping black coffee, while skimming a newspaper through slender black-rimmed glasses. "You look like a morning buisness man, you know it?" Marissa jumped a little, startled from Miggy's unexpected voice. "Well, we don't see 'big boys' like you doing it, now do we?" Miguil gave a crooked glare. "Clever." "I try." Marissa smirked. There was a long silence. "So, I'm glad that I have become aware that we can handle intoxication on a pure-buisness level, how 'bout you?" Marissa took a moment to ponder if his sentence even fully made sense. "Yeah, I kinda got whatcha mean by that.." Another momentary silence. "Hungover?" Miguil beamed. "Nope." Marissa kept looking forward, then turned to Miguil. "You?" "Not a bit." He smiled reassuringly. More silence followed, this time for longer than before. Nearly 10 minutes passed without a word, yet ironicly, it wasen't awkward. Not for Miguil. He found it to be more of a minor annoyance, so with that conclusion, he decided to wrap up this overnight 'buisness meeting'. "So, uh Marissa..." She turned to him slowly, a slightly sickish look on her face. "Yes?" "Well, I've got the twins at my sister's house. I told her I'd pick them up an hour ago. I'm sorry, but I'll be in contact with you soon. Thank you for everything, I won't let you down. I promise." Marissa nodded in permission, then took off quickly to the bathroom. Miguil just shook his head, laughed, and headed out the door to wait for the city bus.


On the bus, Miguil contemplated the offer that seemed to have fallen upon him out of the blue. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Marissa' buisness card.
"GBBT Co
Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow Corporation
Marissa Saltek, West Wing VIP
555-555-4563"
Marissa's drunken, yet clever words repeated in Miguil's mind- "We don't always have explainations...sometimes we only have examples". He haden't considered persueing anything big-time ever since Laura, his ex wife, passed away. They'd divorced 2 weeks before her death because he caught her cheating on him with his best friend. That part he'd failed to mention to Marissa, (not that she'd care much anyways). That woman was all buisness. Miguil liked that. It was reassureing to know that there we people like that out there. Not everyone feels. That gave him a sense of superiority over her, and all the other merciless people out there.

To Be Continued (first third past present)