Standing at the threshold of his opened door, Eric found himself face-to-face with two unexpected visitors, as if they had been patiently waiting for him to open the door all this time.
A man and a woman. Two officials, equally persistent, each bearing the same goal to recruit him, or rather, to wrest him away from the other and claim him for their side.
What was he supposed to do?
First, he responded in the most conventional manner possible. He stepped aside, inviting them into his home with polite gestures, offering them seats while he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare refreshments.
Moments later, Eric returned carrying a tray bearing two glasses and a single bottle of fruit juice. He placed it carefully on the coffee table and lowered himself onto the opposite couch, seating himself where he could face both guests simultaneously.
"Sorry for the delay," he apologized, settling into his chair with a faint wince from his still-recovering body.
