Hotel 72: The Last Hit

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by Anthony Ivins

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  "We might as well be neighbours then. I am from Farmers Branch," said the barman, and he leant over the bar counter and shook Robert's hand, "Wade Michaels is the name." he said, introducing himself.

  "Robert Anderson," replied Robert, knowing he had just made an instant friend; exactly what he was hoping to do.

  "What brings you down south?" continued Wade.

  "I'm a sales rep for Sprint," replied Robert, "Trying to close a few deals here."

  "So you work for Sprint?" asked Wade, suddenly sounding a lot more interested.

  "Well yes and no," said Robert, "I work on commission for every dealer I sign up, but they don't employ me. I work for myself. Never have been a corporate man."

 

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