“I have plans for you,” Taylor says. “Such as?”“Oh, you’ll see in time.”“Why does that make me nervous?”“Because you know I’m disturbed.”“Well, at least you’re self-aware.”“I may have many issues, lacking self awareness was never one of them. I know myself very well.”“I always thought I did, but apparently, I don’t know anything about myself.”“You are very self-assured, I just think you are far more complex than you give yourself credit for.”I ponder the thought for a second, and he’s right. Accepting the job offer, leaving Rick for Taylor, my tendency towards masochism, helping Taylor frame Eric, I guess I am rather complex. And to think I always found myself to be rather dull. “Maybe complexity is not such a good thing,” I say.“It’s the best thing.”My cell phone rings, I pull it out of my jacket pocket and sneak a peek, it’s MacAllister. Shit.I ignore the call. “Who was it?”“Wrong number.”“It said Mr. MacAllister. Do you usually preemptively store stranger’s phone numbers on your phone?”
