Group+Three

You wake up. Feeling the familiarity of the silky fabric of your bed, you smile appreciating your semi wealthy and generally prosperous lifestyle. Today feels like a normal day in New York City and you are eager to attend the large conference at your successful job at Rockefeller Center. You have invested the past several years wearing the shoeprints of others on your back as you were walked over during your climb up the corporate ladder. But today, you know you have earned the life changing promotion of your dreams. Nothing could possibly interfere with your positivity. Smudging the sleep from your eyes, you step into the kitchen of your quaint home.

As you open the refrigerator to prepare a breakfast fit for a soon-to-be champion, you take stock of your groceries and notice nothing peculiar. You are a person of habit and routine. Everything is always organized,

Everything is always neat.

You always notice.

Several minutes pass as you enjoy a meal, overlooking the streets of Manhattan from the balcony of your expensive flat. The sun warms your back as it rises over the east, further encouraging the hopeful events of the day.

Returning to the fridge you notice the most intricate detail.

The door has not been closed completely. You instantly question yourself, but know that this mistake is not yours. Nervously opening the door, you initially discover no change. Casually replenishing the milk to its usual location, you spot a trail of dust. Your heart begins to pound. Everything is always clean; your meticulous patterns won't let you forget that. You slowly look into the back and are met with the sight of a small, yellow, sticky note taunting you with strange handwriting. It reads:

"Paul Silvers, We are watching you. Yes, right now. You may look around, but you will never find us. On March 18 promptly at 1PM, you will leave the building you are in and come to the front of Preston Building. We expect you to know where that is. There, you will find a black Honda waiting to pick you up. You will enter the van using the left passenger door. You will not look at the driver's face. You will come alone. You will not tell anyone about this. You will not tell the cops. If you do, we will find out. You will not attempt to find out who we are. If you do, you will be killed. Sincerely, us."

Your heart races. //March 18th? That's today!// Stepping back immediately, beads of sweat form on your forehead. //Is this a joke?// You begin mindlessly pacing around your apartment, frantically searching closets and crevices for any sign of intrusion. //Who could do this? Why you? What do they want!?//

You find no trace of a soul; your heart sinks towards your feet. //Could this note be serious?// Someone had invaded your personal property directly under your watch. Should you feel threatened? How could this happen today, of all days? What if it was a ploy to distract you from the conference and sabotage your promotion? Or worse? You check your watch: 12:45.

You know you have to make your decision now. Do you go to the Preston Building? Or do you ignore the note?

Go

Don't Go