Gone

Unnerved

Black leather seats camouflaged a small black bag that was leaned against the door of the passenger seat. Josh eyed it at the red light. Curious to what it was he nudged it a little and unzipped it. Inside there are 2 books and a laptop and letter taped to the cover of a book. In bright blue ink it read 'Mr. Rane.'

The honking of the horns from the rear snaps him out of his daze.

Upon arriving to downtown Jacksonville, where he works, he couldn't help but to stare at the bag. It nearly drove him into a state of paranoia.

"What could possibly be in there... She better not be playing a prank again. I'll kill her if it is." He thought jokingly.

He parks his car as if he had never parked before. Backing up and parking in and backing out repeatedly, distracted from the road.

He took the bag with him to his office. Still suspicious about its contents.

The building was tall building, It almost looked like a giant mirror the way it reflected the city light. Giving it an ominous dark gray coloring. The main road lead down and into a parking space right next to the building. White walls of the small parking garage gave the illusion of light when really it was fairly dark.

Mr. Rane stepped out the Lexus, momentarily thinking of how he needs to wash rims, before looking at his left arm carrying a bag that he despised.

Walking towards the buildings elevator, he hears a ding coming straight from the elevator. A man walks out. A stone cold glare comes off of the elderly face of the man. It was short but noticeable, hell, like blood on a wall. The old man wore a suit that was double black, with a solid white tie tucked behind the darkness of the coat.

"Your late, Rane!"