Too Late, Mark Olsen

crowded, and smelled of

mly lit room, my

ver a small table in a da

"Mark? Mark,

shoulder. He

rp slap cracked

u think you're doing

here, eyes blazing, flan

ar music seemed to di

ammered, "Someone sa

ead. He looked at me, then

ed me again." He sounded annoyed, his voice slurri

loud enough for half the bar to he

The crowd was murmurin

ed it, was disconnected. A setu

my voice trembling. I t

so fast. You owe us a drink.

smirked, c

t want

er voice like ice. One of her friends th

s watching. I took a small

y out of the bar, my he

rds the parking garage. An alle

pped out of

am, one grabbed me,

se and my phone. He smash

rk," one of them growled. "Stay away

hed me to the ground. M

my suitcase from my ca

hey we

dizzy, bruise

passerby found

usable evidence. The bar's security camer

my flight to Boston with nothing but the clothes on

ok off, I looke

uild. And one day,

gious MBA program. I w