Epilogue

Two men and a woman sat together at a bar. The bar was quite rowdy and noisy, but they did not seem to care. They seemed to be enjoying themselves quite well.

“To bigger wins,” the woman said as she raised her can of beer.

“To bigger wins,” both men said as the three cans of beer in the air all crashed into one another.

“Tell us,” the dark man on low cut said to the only other man in the group. “How did you know this Kate?”

“Ready to pay for a good story?” the other man replied.

“Don’t be a dick,” the woman said. “Just tell us.”

“But I am a dick. I ooze it,” the other man said, raising both hands.

All three of them laughed.

“Anyway,” the other man began to say when the laughter died down. “I went to the same university with her. We were also in the same department.”

“Tell me you hit it?” the man on low cut asked.

“Nah,” the other man said with a wave of his hand. “She prefers girls.”

“Take heart, bro,” the woman said as she tapped his right hand on the table a few times.

“We were friends and talked for a while, until we didn’t. Then about a month ago, she called. Imagine my surprise. She told me that she had something interesting for me. That’s how she told me about this friend of hers who worked at an accounting firm and had discovered something and that with the right amount, they could bring the company down themselves.”

“How much did they get again?” the woman asked.

“Two million dollars. One million each,” the other man said.

“Christ!” the man on the low cut said. “I’ve been doing this job for ten years and am yet to make that much. Depressing shit if you ask me.”

“You’ll get your medal,” the woman said as she laughed and then drank from the can of beer.

“We all will,” the other man said, looking almost very sad. “I guess that is what we signed up for.”

“It most certainly is,” the woman said.

There was silence at the table for some time. It was as though they all came to the realization that they would never get rich, not by doing the job they were doing. It wasn’t the first time they had such a thought, and it surely will not be the last.

“What was in the letter you asked me to give to one of his sons? Did you read it?” the woman asked.

“I sure as hell read it before sealing it back,” the other man said.

“What was in it?” the woman asked.

“I took a picture,” the other man said as he brought out a phone from his pocket, searched for the and handed the phone to the woman.

The woman began to read out loud.

'I’m actually so sorry this had to happen We spent only a few days together and I think I loved it Maybe in another universe, we might have been a thing, Not in this one though, I already have someone who’s got me lit, With love, Diane.'

When the woman looked up from the phone, she could see amusement on the faces of the other men on the table. They had their mouths wide open, and they looked like they could burst into laughter at any point.

“Aside from the fact that I can’t tell if that’s a poem or an actual letter, did she console the guy or did she taunt him?” The man on low cut asked.

“You beat me to it bro,” the other man said.

“She actually fucked him on two fronts,” the woman said, laughing. “That’s what I call a player.”

“Damn!” the man on the low cut said.

“What is going to happen to the man’s sons?” the woman asked.

“It’s up to the man,” the other man said. “If he testifies against them, then maybe they'll all have a family reunion in prison and who doesn’t like a family reunion?”

Once again, they all began to laugh and this time more than at other times.

“I’ve got to go home guys,” the man on the low cut said. “My wife might just kill me if I stay out too late this time. She says it isn’t her job only to take care of our baby.”

“I see no lies in that bro,” the other man said. “Happy family life.”

“Both of you can keep laughing,” the man on the low cut said. “I’ll be here when you both pop one out, and maybe triplets, who knows. I ain’t going nowhere.”

“I just might become a nun rather than let you see that happen,” the woman said.

“Me too,” the other man said.

“You’re also going to become a nun?” the man on the low cut said as he looked at the other man and smiled.

“Fool,” the other man said, also smiling. “You know what I mean.”

The End.