For some stupid reason, his office phone rang; it was almost 11:30 PM on Saturday night and nobody should be calling at this hour.
“Hello,” Jim snapped after quickly grabbing the phone. He felt the presence of someone on the line, but no one spoke.
“Hello,” Jim shouted again. “Who the hell is this and why are you calling me at this hour?”
While he was screaming into the phone, the door to his office abruptly opened –Jim had a visitor.
“Well, well, well,” Jim said to his intruder, while slowly replacing the phone receiver back in its cradle. “I told you to never come to my office or call me here. And who the hell was that on the phone? One of your ‘other’ friends?” he asked sarcastically.
Jim’s visitor didn’t speak, but simply smiled, while quietly closing the office door behind them. Then they walked across the office, around the large desk and slowly began giving Jim a soft shoulder massage.
“Thank you,” Jim mumbled, enjoying the massage. “But, this doesn’t change anything. We’ve had our fun, you’ve been paid and tonight isn’t a good time – I’m tired, and I’m going home.”
Jim’s visitor still didn’t speak. Slowly they reached a glove covered hand into their pocket and produced a freshly opened bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a couple of glasses, which they sat on his desk, while still performing the soft shoulder massage.
Jim looked at his visitor and then at the bottle of Jack Daniel’s sitting in front of him.
“Whiskey? You brought whiskey!” Jim exclaimed as he picked up the bottle and shook his head.
“You know I don’t drink, and if I did, it wouldn’t be this crap! What’s this for?”
“A toast,” his visitor said, before stabbing Jim in the neck with a large kitchen butcher knife!