The Catch

Chad opens the briefcase. He revels multiple rows of fifty and hundred dollar bills. Olivia and I stay where we are. "What's a matter? It won't bite." Chad says. "What's the catch?" Olivia asks. "Catch?" Chad repeats. "Yeah, what do we have to do for you?" "Nothing." Chad says, snapping shut the briefcase. "Really? Nothing?" I reply. "Well, not yet at least." "When is yet?" Olivia asks. Chad smiles. "You'll know. In the mean time all I want you to do is catch this." He tosses the briefcase into the air. I watch it spiral towards me in slow motion. Then, as if I were a football player, I reach out my my arms and the briefcase lands gracefully in my arms. After I catch it I look up to Chad, but he is gone. Long gone.