FIA
Gabriel Donlon...
The name sat in crisp black lettering on the card, plain and unadorned, like it had no idea what it was capable of doing to me.
There was no title at the top. There was no address either. What was present was just the name and a phone number printed beneath it. It looked neat and something about its simplistic nature screamed confident. The kind of confidence that came from knowing doors would open if you knocked on the right ones.
My fingers curled around the card before I realized what I was doing. The edge bent under the pressure, just a little, enough to leave a crease.
