Part Three:
EPIPHANY
CHAPTER 13
Gareth Schlechtmann returned to work the following Monday a
changed man. It was not that he had found religion. Rather, religion
had found him. Consequently, he had grown even more arrogant.
Normally he felt great pressure to constantly outdo himself, to reach
new levels of power-mongering. Not an easy job, no. His physician
had even suggested that he take a vacation, joking that the world
would still be there to trample on when he got back. Ha! Now Gareth
knew something his physician didn’t: It might not be there much
longer. But the notion did not depress him. In the midst of the
possible annihilation of all he had struggled to achieve, stood waiting
his finest hour. He could lay claim to something that none of the
assembled megalomaniacs of history could have even dreamed of,
catapulting him far beyond the realm of mere leader-of-men. He was
now an uncontested leader-of-gods. They came to him with
questions, he gave them answers. They came to him with a mission,
and he gave them voice and direction. For lack of a better job title, he
was their new public relations director. And what did he get in
return? He got to handle the greatest public event in the history of
the earth. He got exclusive rights to Armageddon. And he got
something even more important than that: A non-negotiable
guarantee: he would
not
go down with the ship.
“Hello Mary. My God, you’re looking beautiful today. Is that a new
hairstyle?”
“Why thank you Gareth.” his secretary giggled, “I thought I’d
change it for the new year. I’m so flattered you noticed.”
“Just don’t go changing yourself. You’re golden, Mary.”
H O L Y S H I T !
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