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That Time I Met The Bad Man

This article is rated: hindsight. Best read with a strong sense of self, no regrets and wine. Fiction level — how true the story is/close to actual events (out of 5): ⭐⭐⭐ ⭐⭐

Life Was Complicated

The first time I met The Bad Man was at work. My days as a hotel receptionist at The Peterson were different now I was working as a shift supervisor. I had graduated.

And Then Came Monday

Monday’s were quiet at the hotel. Guests would leave in the morning, and we wouldn’t experience an influx until closer to the weekend. It would be the perfect day to introduce the new staff to the hotel gauntlet.

The Introduction

This Monday morning started like every other. I inspected the incoming delivery, signed off and assisted with some heavy lifting. We were always one man short. I spent an hour in the safe room, with the money and expensive items that guests didn’t leave in their in-room safes.

The Moment Sense Faded Into Oblivion

“I would like you to meet the Bad Man — ”

The Instincts I Shouldn’t Have Ignored

Sometimes you get a feeling about people you can’t ignore. You can’t describe the feeling, you can’t put words to the emotions flowing through you when you meet them.

The Big Deal?

I know what you’re thinking: what was the point of that story?

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