Die sieben Herren mittleren Alters, mehrheitlich um die fünfzig Jahre alt, lagen einige Gehaltsgruppen unter der Neuen, hatten ihre jeweiligen Posten...aber in der Regel bereits seit Jahren wenn nicht Jahrzehnten inne und herrschten in ihren jeweiligen Fachbereichen wie kleine Könige. Diese überwiegend etwas dickbäuchigen Herren in verschwitzten Hemden und Sakkos von der Stange saßen da und ließen Marion reden. Über ihren bisherigen Lebenslauf, ihre fachlichen Qualifikationen. Und dabei musterten. "Over here Mr. Black! This will do fine." she said.She walked over to cover them while her companion walked into the storage room and looked around."Yup, Mrs. White, this is perfect. OK, bring them in here." he told her.Somehow, Jerry suspected the Mr. Black and Mrs. White were not their real names.Mrs. White picked up her bang and followed Jerry and Mandy as they walked into the closet.She then opened the bag and lay several links of chain and several combination locks onto the carpeted floor,. "Dad was in India just after the War, and he always complains that Mum can't get the real thing when she cooks him a curry! If we take him these as a present, he won't get so jealous when we describe going to the curry house." Mum may just throw them straight in the bin as unhygienic!" They will be fine once we've deepfried them, that will kill off any bugs! I just won't explain exactly where they came from. What she doesn't know won't hurt her!" Then there's an awful lot that we don't want her. ”“What do you mean, a bit longer?”John sighed. “Sorry, bud, can’t say. A month, maybe six weeks, hard to tell right now. Be happy you are in the tropics. Hot women, drinks with little umbrellas in them, you’ll be fine.”I had hung up and looked out the window of my hotel room. A one-week trip was now possibly going to be six weeks or longer. I couldn’t stay in the hotel on the company’s penny, I figured. Just as I had thought it, my phone chirped. It was a text from John, saying that since the.