Millionaire media mogul Raymond Neenan can''t believe his ears--or his eyes. the seat next to him, empty for the whole flight, now barely contains a huge man who looks a lot like Chicago Bulls superstar Michael Jordan.
In fact, the "man" is the Archangel Michael ("Not Mike, not Mikey, but Michael. you got a problem with that?), and he''s looking to make a deal for Neenan''s immortal soul.
Neenan isn''t interested in his soul or anyone else''s unless there is money in it, but a little well-timed turbulence that sends the plane hurtling earthward caused him to reconsider. If he doesn''t believe in it, what could it hurt to sign?
But for a man like Neenan,making amends is no easy task. Though he never knew it, he''s damaged a lot of lives, including his own. He''s hated or feared by his parents, his ex-wife, his children, and practically everyone he''s ever met.
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