The next day when Maurice went to work, his I.D. would not immediately scan. After consulting with the electronic guard, he was finally allowed to enter the building.
Candy eyed him suspiciously. She was also dressed auspiciously-for her anyways. She wore a classy dark blue pinstripe pants suit with a Celtic necklace inscribed with the words anam cara on the outer rim and with the English translation soul friend on the inner rim, and to all appearances seemed like a normal secretary with her serious demeanor.
“Good morning, Mr. Blue.”
“Morning, Candy.”
“We’ve had a visitor this morning and the visitor is still visiting.”
It was apparent Candy was nervous and overly business-like. Maurice knew something was wrong when she pointed with her eyes and shoulder towards the waiting room and whispered.
“Mr. Rumple Steelskin is here…from the MOB.”
“Rumple?”
“Yes, Mr. Blue.”
“Mr. Rumple…er…Mr. Wolf.”
“Why?”
“Mr. Wolf was asking for directions to Grandma’s house.”
“Grandma’s house?”
“Er…yes….and since Mr. Lumberjack wasn’t around to …you know, ax Mr. Wolf properly himself…I sent him to the visitor’s lounge.” She then nodded vigorously and opened her eyes wider than he thought possible. Maurice was thoroughly confused by this time, and Candy…he thought was more than thoroughly confused. He blamed it on an overdose of Lifequility.
“Candy?”
“Uh-huh?”
“What in the world are you talking about?”
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