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A mastermind

I'm going to share my experience with my neighbour Bob.

Bob was a common family man like you and me. He had a supportive wife and two bundles of joy. He had a productive job with a very good pay and had outgoing colleagues. Everything was perfect,  just the way anyone would want it to be until that fateful day. Let me explain.

It was that day when Bob found a peculiar- looking box with contents in it. It was black and rather shiny. Every time he looked at it, it seemed to pull him towards itself. He forced his eyes to look away from it, but his legs couldn't bear the weight. He thought for a while and opened it. It consisted of what looked like a mini toy umbrella, a phone, a syringe and a paper memo sheet. A message had been written on it intended to the receiver. It said,"Dial 91563 once you get this. This is only phase one."

Bob was puzzled. Having curiosity controlling him, he picked up the box without attracting his colleagues' attention. He immediately headed to the restroom and called the anonymous man. After a tiring-enough number of rings, the man responded.

"Hello?"

"Head to the nearest McDonalds. Ask for A B C bananas."

"But.."

"If this is done, you will be paid 5000 dollars."

"But..."

"No more questions."

Beep.

The man hangs up.

"Five thousand dollars! I must be crazy!" he thought to himself. He zoomed towards the McDonalds just over the street. Just as he entered the eatery, a middle-aged woman approached him. "Need A B C bananas?" Bob nodded.


He was handed what looked like an ordinary paper bag. It contained a heap of wheaten powder and a small quantity of unusually bright white powder in a tube.

Bob was suspicious. His guts knew something was fishy.
"What if the anonymous man was a serial killer or something? What if the powder was some kind of a hazardous drug? What if  I get caught in some legal matters? What if the anonymous man uses me as a scapegoat to load his crimes on?" and other second thoughts raced through his mind.

 Anyways, it's always better to throw it away rather than keeping it with a heavy heart. He tossed the shiny black case and the paper bag in the trash can and went home.

Await for a thriller soon!!😜

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