You 're moments late to literally everything . You watch busses pull away as you run behind them , girls get asked out as you walk up to them , and you have never caught a green light . One day though , you arrive on time . [ WP ]

Charlie's phone began to buzz across the nightstand. He opened a groggy eye and tried to catch the elusive phone to press snooze one more time. 
 
 *Press snooze one more time? * 
 
 `` SHIT!'' 
 
 Charlie jumped out of bed and sped through his morning routine. He cut himself twice shaving, spilled coffee on his one good shirt and smashed into his trashcan at the end of the driveway as he backed out. 
 
 If he managed to speed he might get to work on time. This would be his third day being late in a row, his manager already threatened him with firing yesterday. If Charlie lost this job he had no idea what he would do. He floored the gas pedal and prayed. 
 
 Brake lights flashed in front of him as the entire highway came to a dead stop. The minutes on the clock slowly ticked away. Every passing second confirming Charlie's fear of being late, yet again. 
 
 Traffic began to slowly move as cars worked themselves around a terrible accident. Multiple cars were tangled in a twisted mess. Charlie's heart dropped when he saw a white sheet covering a body on the street. 
 
 He might be late but at least he was alive, Charlie thought sadly to himself. 
 
 He pulled into the office where his temp job was located. He barely made it inside the door before his manager was yelling at him. Unsurprisingly Charlie was handed a white envelope with a check for the amount of hours he worked and escorted off the premises. 
 
 He sat in his car and cried. He hated himself for being too incompetent to get places on time. His entire life he had been late, he could n't handle it anymore. 
 
 The cellphone in his pocket rang, distracting him from his self-loathing. The number read Unknown. 
 
 *Maybe it was the temp agency calling to make him feel worse. * 
 
 He picked up and said hello. 
 
 `` Mr. Bontemp? This is Avery Mason and I have a job proposition for you. Would you mind coming to an interview today?'' a man with a southern gentlemanly accent asked. 
 
 `` Uh, sure? What time?'' 
 
 `` 10:14, sharp, at the Manas Hotel room 814. Do n't be late,'' he said and hung up the phone. 
 
 It was only 9:03, it would take roughly twenty minutes to get to the hotel. Charlie did n't consider that an interview in a hotel room was weird or that he had no idea how this person had gotten his phone number but he needed a job, and he needed it now. 
 
 He threw the car in reverse and sped off. There was no way he was going to be late. 
 
 A few miles down the road dark smoke began to billow out of the hood of his car. The car sputtered and squealed to a halt. 
 
 `` SHIT!'' Charlie screamed in frustration. 
 
 He jumped out of the car and began to run down the road. 
 
 9:22. 
 
 Charlie was n't in the best shape and sweat was running down his body in a thick heavy drops. He wheezed around the final corner and saw the large hotel looming over the street. 
 
 10:12. 
 
 He sprinted across the street, a car swerved avoiding hitting him by inches. He pushed through the front door and raced across the lobby to the elevators. Desperately he hit eight rapidly until the door closed and the elevator lurched skyward. 
 
 10:13. 
 
 The elevator came to a stop on the third floor, the doors slid open revealing an empty hallway. 
 
 `` What the hell!'' Charlie shouted and hit eight again and again. 
 
 The doors closed and the elevator began to move again. Until it came to another stop on the fifth floor. Again the doors opened to an empty hallway. 
 
 10:14. 
 
 He was late. Again. 
 
 The elevator moved again and stopped on the eighth floor. He pushed open the doors and raced down the hallway. Maybe their clocks were slow, Charlie prayed as he slid to a stop in front of room 814. 
 
 He knocked on the door as politely as he could but to his ears it sounded thunderous. 
 
 A young man in a fine black suit opened the door and gestured Charlie inside. An older gentleman was sitting in a plush red chair staring out the window. 
 
 `` You're late,'' he said in the familiar southern accent. 
 
 `` I know, I'm sorry, my car, and-'' the man raised a hand silencing Charlie. 
 
 `` I know. It's fine Charlie. It confirmed our theory,'' he said. 
 
 `` Theory?'' Charlie asked. 
 
 `` You see, you were n't actually late Charlie. You've never been late. You have always arrived to places exactly when you were supposed to. This morning if you had woken up when your alarm went off you would have died in that car accident. If you had arrived here Mr. Carter would have shot you. He had strict orders to kill you if you got here at 10:14 or earlier, but if you arrived at 10:15 you got to live.'' 
 
 Charlie stared at the man in stunned silence. 
 
 `` What I'm saying Charlie, is that you are a very special and unique person, and we want you on our team.'' 
 
 The young man in the black suit whom Charlie assumed was Mr. Carter handed him a black business card. 
 
 `` Call that number if you are interested. Mr. Carter and I need to be at another appointment.'' 
 
 The man stood shook Charlie's numb hand and left the room with Mr. Carter following. 
 
 Charlie looked at the card. A phone number was printed in white. He flipped it over. 
 
 In the same white letters printed on the back was, `` Together we're going to save the world.'' 
 
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