But Ray had more pressing issues, such as how to get more hypno-balls. He 'd puzzled it over through the weekend, and now that he knew it worked, he knew what to do -- the solution had come to him in a flash. He nodded his head and took out a notepad, sketching out the commands he'd give them.
He gathered his hypno -ball and the recorder and went down the hall to the office shared by the purchasing agents. He listened at the door. Good, they didn't seem to be on the phone. He took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Ray urged her out of the office, filled with glee. He opened the box.
He slammed the phone down so hard that the receiver bounced up out of the cradle, and landed on the fragile glass ball on his desk. He didn't notice it until he started feeling dizzy, and then looked over at the broken glass on his desk. He tried to move, but it was too late, and he found himself staring at the spot , breathing deeply.
She opened his door and stood there. After a little while, he turned and looked at her . He smiled, and got down on his knees and came over to her.
He thought he heard noises coming from the Purchasing office as he stepped up to the door. He listened, not sure of what he was hearing. He opened the door .
Tiffany couldn't believe what was going on -- the whole place was going crazy, worse than usual . First she heard wild things about Mindy and that crazy, creepy, Ray, with his wild frizzy eyebrows, leering looks, and evil laugh, and then the noises coming from Purchasing ! She walked to Sam's office, and opened the door without knocking.
The next stop was Ray's office. That's where she hit paydirt. She found the 15 remaining glass spheres, Ray's notes, and the dictation machine with his recorded instructions for Doug and Karen.
"Shit," he said as he stood up. He lifted his notebook. All twenty spheres were crushed. He felt a little dizzy as the blower in the overhead projector quickly blew the vapors all through the small room .
Guruji finished his talk and invited his followers to come up to receive his blessing . Some were surprised to see a group of business-suited men and women come in the back door of the room, lining up . Some devotees tried to keep them out , but Guruji laughed, saying, "No, no . They are welcome. All are welcome." He laughed -- the Wheel turns in such interesting ways. He was always glad to see new followers, especially when they had the look of the truly devoted.
The Reverend Paul sat in a small business room in the same hotel, a room directly above the lawyer's meeting. He was watching a videotape of his last night's performance, taking notes. He could improve his delivery a bit, he thought. Improve the delivery , and improve the take. He'd done quite well last night. With a good gate tonight, this could be a quite profitable trip . He enter smiled as he watched himself on the television screen -- once you learned to fake sincerity , everything else was easy.
She really should find that Reader's Digest article and read it again , she thought, to learn the signs of kids being on drugs. She sighed -- she hoped traffic wouldn't be enter too bad. She needed to get her prescription refilled -- she really needed to get her prescription refilled -- it helped her so much in getting through the day.
Mary smiled. She thought about going to Church again. She'd finally gotten through to him. "Yes dear , that would be a big help. Do enter you have a lot of homework to do tonight?"
She walked back out to the receptionist. "Sue, Mr. Ogilvy and I will be in conference in his office for an hour or so, and are not to be disturbed under any circumstance. Okay?"
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