“Words mean nothing to Linda. She’s looking for proactive, action-oriented, superheroes to rebuild her team. When you meet her on Thursday, Jane, make sure to accentuate that.” Jane nodded and sipped her coffee while the strategizer continued. “Just between us, she told me she’s clearing out the old guard.” “Interesting… What’s her strategy then, Fidelity? Just so I know what to avoid saying.” Fidelity gazed upon anyone within earshot in the crowded coffeehouse before continuing.
“Let me go ahead and make that ticket for you, just a moment, I just need to finish filling out the notes, and you can be on your way. The ticket number will also be in your email, in a few minutes, with a hyperlink where you can track the status at any time. OK, that ticket number is-“
The alarm clock read 03:35 AM. Time to wake up and actually go to work.
red11ned: Computer froze out of nowhere.
SamSt0rm: no worries jane. i was just about to call you but i know you still have a sore throat goin
red11ned: It’s clearing up. I must’ve caught it at the show last week.
SamSt0rm: thats good to here! they really werent that grate huh?
red11ned: It’s too bad. They’ve been great every other time I’ve seen them. They just seemed tired. I’d probably see them again…
“Oh, cool! You have Whole Blood! May I?” With a nod, she looked over the album and continued. “I haven’t been able to find physical copies of any B-Bags CDs! I resorted to buying their discography digitally.”
“Yeah, I lucked out and got it from the thrift store. I’m not sure why they haven’t remastered any B-Bags albums yet in a nice set. Maybe they wanted to move on after reforming as the Ketchup Packets?”