PacNorWest
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Woody hung around another hour. Clora was amused, Woody was pretty transparent in his desire to be at the meeting. Clora decided to throw him a lifeline.
"Woody, have Big and Tilly been removed from the retreat? Neither man will conduct business if they are present."
"No, I believe I missed that important point." Woody was speaking and reaching for his phone at the same time. He sat at the table and openly detailed his request to the advisor on the other end. There must have been some pushback, because the director has to raise his voice, and insist the couple be removed for the next 24 hours.
Mark got up to stretch his back, walk around the table. "I didn't think about them, I don't trust Big after the horse incident. He's made it non-verbally clear that he hates and distrusts me. He also has very dangerous skills that he keeps hidden. I judge him to be untrustworthy ."
Woody nodded as he stressed his orders over the phone. He finally barked angrily and demanded another associate.
"Sorry about that," he apologized, "I normally don't have problems. He's a new promotion, soon to be a demotion." Woody might appear folksy, but he was a D.C .director with a lot of clout.
Don slept the night through. He was happy to see the snow, it was a good measure to find tracks, if anyone was nosing around. The apartment was cold, the stove had gone out during the night. He scowled in the early light. Cold made him cranky, and he was hungry. He took care of the problem with a skillet full of potatoes and Spam. He ate it all, and washed it all down with a pot of coffee.
Scratching his chin, Don wondered about a shower or some sort of a wash-up. The cold house drastically altered his plans. A wash pan of water heating on the stove; seemed like a good solution.
Woody hung around another hour. Clora was amused, Woody was pretty transparent in his desire to be at the meeting. Clora decided to throw him a lifeline.
"Woody, have Big and Tilly been removed from the retreat? Neither man will conduct business if they are present."
"No, I believe I missed that important point." Woody was speaking and reaching for his phone at the same time. He sat at the table and openly detailed his request to the advisor on the other end. There must have been some pushback, because the director has to raise his voice, and insist the couple be removed for the next 24 hours.
Mark got up to stretch his back, walk around the table. "I didn't think about them, I don't trust Big after the horse incident. He's made it non-verbally clear that he hates and distrusts me. He also has very dangerous skills that he keeps hidden. I judge him to be untrustworthy ."
Woody nodded as he stressed his orders over the phone. He finally barked angrily and demanded another associate.
"Sorry about that," he apologized, "I normally don't have problems. He's a new promotion, soon to be a demotion." Woody might appear folksy, but he was a D.C .director with a lot of clout.
Don slept the night through. He was happy to see the snow, it was a good measure to find tracks, if anyone was nosing around. The apartment was cold, the stove had gone out during the night. He scowled in the early light. Cold made him cranky, and he was hungry. He took care of the problem with a skillet full of potatoes and Spam. He ate it all, and washed it all down with a pot of coffee.
Scratching his chin, Don wondered about a shower or some sort of a wash-up. The cold house drastically altered his plans. A wash pan of water heating on the stove; seemed like a good solution.