Ritual Blood Lust
Ritual Blood Lust By Samantha G. A few years ago my company closed its doors–for good. Just Fucking Great! I was really pissed about this turn of events; this job was the only reason I moved to Minnesota from my home in Phoenix. My career as a director of creative services had come to an end and so did the great salary. Now I had to do a career search and come up with another way to make a living. Fortunately, I had some money in stocks and a nice amount in the bank, so I wasn’t in a real panic yet. I was sitting at my computer working on resumes when my phone rang. It was a friend of mine from Phoenix, Jennifer, who also worked in an ad agency. As a matter of …