The sounds from the party were coming in through the closed door. John stood at the window, looking out over the white expanse of lawn. A winter wonderland, just like every year at this time. The crowd that was out there celebrating were business associates – full of themselves, and their plans for the new year. Tomorrow his house would be filled with close friends for a New Year’s Day brunch.
Tradition … that is what it was all about. That is what got him where he was, and that is what would keep him there. The door opened softly, and his wife, Adria, walked through.
“John, it is 11:59 on New Year’s Eve. Time to welcome in the New Year”
Taking her arm, John headed into the living room to give his yearly toast. His eyes moved over the crowd of people – how many would make it through the next year, and how many would not? How many had signed contracts with the Devil? How many had signed other contracts? Life has a way of calling in its own!
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