Death's Game
A well dressed man sat behind the antique desk as he entered, “Mr. Ray please come in, take a seat.” He gestured to the seat in front of him, Paul sat cautiously. “Well Mr. Ray it seems your second chance didn’t go so well. You only have one left.” He looked confused, a sly smile crossed the man’s face. “I know, each time you’ve sat here you have had that look. The first time you had a certain arrogance about you as well.” The man spoke elegantly.
