Free The Whisper Box by Roger Olivieri

conversation to anyone I will cut your legs off with a hacksaw.”
    The man did not wait for a reply. He walked to the car that was parked in Aaron's spot and sped off. The license plate was from California and it said SRFS UP. He remembered it but had a funny feeling it was bogus. The man that just approached him was not the surfing type.
    Aaron stood motionless, tingling from his scalp to his toenails. His brain was overwhelmed with about twenty-five different thoughts all at once. He almost fainted in the parking lot. Eventually, he started to walk to his office door. When he got there Miles met him at the door.
    “Who was that guy?” he asked.
    Aaron remembered the man’s warning, “He was looking for the guy that used to manage the office before me. He seemed kinda’ pissed. It was nothing to do with me though.”
    Aaron went to his office and sat there staring at his desk for an hour. What was he going to do? This man was obviously not joking around. He knew about his family. How in the hell did this guy know about his time on the Internet with LadiesFirst? Who the hell was this woman who he had a crush on? Why the hell did he let the kids talk him into buying a computer? These were just some of the questions that he needed answers to.
    Initially Aaron was scared. As he thought more about the encounter, he grew angrier than he had ever been. This man had the audacity to threaten his innocent children and his beautiful wife. He was not scared anymore. His fear turned to furious anger. He reached for the intercom, buzzed Mile's office, and told him to come on over. Miles was there in thirty seconds. Aaron could tell that Miles knew this was going to be juicy. After the stranger approached Aaron in the parking lot and the way he scurried to his office and shut the door it must have been obvious.
    “Hey man, if I'm on the Internet in one of those chat rooms that you love so much, and I'm under an assumed name, can you still figure out who I am?” asked Aaron.
    Miles looked puzzled. “Dude, is that why that guy stopped you in the parking lot this morning?”
    Aaron shot back, “No! Can you figure out who I am on the Internet? Yes or No?”
    Miles gave up with his inquisition, “Yeah man, do you have a profile? It's something that basically states your name, e-mail address, likes and dislikes, ya' know? Shit like that. It's probably already filled out when you registered you computer with your provider. That's the simple way. I would assume there are other more intricate ways if you really know your stuff. Why?”
    Aaron ran both hands through his hair. “Don't worry. Just curious.”
    A perfectly timed voice came over the loud speaker. “Aaron, Mr. O'Niell and Mr. Martin just called. They are driving through town and want to meet with you for about an hour before they move on toward Atlanta. They're gonna' be here in ten minutes.”
    Aaron and Miles both looked at each other with wide eyes. Miles hurried out the door. Aaron started grabbing paperwork and assembling it in some sort of order. He ran from office to office asking each employee the status of his or her files. The last thing he could think about right now was the possibility of his impending death because of his chat room friend. He also felt like he would rather do just about anything to avoid having to deal with his boss. Rick O'Niell was a great guy, but John Martin was an idiot. He did not need his stuck up, “can do” attitude right now.
    John and Rick walked in the door smiling, Rick's always seemed genuine; John's had to be fake. It made Aaron want to quit. John notified everyone that his bosses had paged him. He sat his bags down in Aaron's office, led Rick into the conference room, and told everyone they would be about an hour. This happened every time the two of them came to town. The conference room door would be closed for at least an hour and a half, no matter what Johnny Martin said. They were not to be bothered. Aaron headed back to his