Past

I stood up from the table. When I grabbed the business card, I noticed my hand was shaking. Picking up my cell phone, I dialed the number.

The voice from my memory answered on the second ring.

"Hello, Zachery."

"Hello... Nathanial."

"I'm sure you're wondering why I've contacted you."

Hell yes I was. "That's a mild understatement," I replied.

"I would like you to be my guest for a week here at my estate. I have need of a man like ...