Lost Case (Chapter 1)

“Do you think I can get off a bit early today?” Mark asked one of his managers at the customer    service job he was working at the time.  Mark worked for a global package delivery company as a    supervisor.   “Sure, just make sure you make up the time by the end of the month” responded his supervisor.   “With pleasure” Mark said with a hint of disdain.   It was Valentines Day and Mark wanted to surprise his new fiance with Roses and a romantic   dinner. He left the office in a jovial mood, walked to the train station, went down the stairs and saw his   train. He darted through the bevy of tourists and homeless people to try to catch his train. He heard the    familiar “ding-dong” sound, which only meant one thing, the doors are closing. He dashed for the   closing door and swung his brief case over his shoulder and towards the door to prevent them from    closing.     The doors close, with Mark outside the train car and his brief case ready to make a trip uptown    with out him. “Hold the door, Hold the Door!” Mark shouted. Not one passenger batted an eye, let alone   hold the door. Mark stood there in absolute disbelief. Not that he just lost his brief case, but that no one    had the decency to hold the door. The case went and Mark did not. Secretly, in the back of his mind he   was hoping someone, anyone with a good conscience, would bring his case to the booth where he could    claim it through the lost and found, but he knew that was a long shot.   The next train screeches into the station and he gets on. “Of all fuckin’ days, why did this    happen today” he couldn’t believe he said that out loud. Mark scanned the train car to see if anyone   noticed, but saw only a few glances dart back to their laps, the floor and the abundance of legal ads   above him. “How the fuck am I going to get my case back” he thought, knowing that this was going to   be the worst thing that was going to happen to him today. He had so many scenarios playing in his   head, will someone turn the bag in to lost and found, will he have his identity stolen? Not that that   mattered much he had only five hundred dollars in the bank and his credit was iffy to say the least.   Mark just wanted to get back to his apartment to see his fiance Theresa.   The train pulls in to the 59th Street Station, he makes his way towards the booth to ask if anyone   turned in a Black Kenneth Cole brief case and then decides to walk home instead. Mark says “Fuck it,   it’s only a brief case” for all to hear and he headed up the stairs. It was quite warm for February in New   York City, around fifty degrees, the sun was shining and Mark was ready to put the lost case behind   him. He walked the few blocks with a smirk on his face, knowing that the night could only get better. Because for Mark, sex always made things better.  Little did he know what he was in store for.