Then my cellphone buzzed. "Hi Sylvie, I hope you don't mind me calling, but I thought you should know that the shop is under threat of closure unless ...e can up the turnover figures. I know Candy is worried but she keeps it all inside, and I wondered if you might have any positive thoughts or ideas that might help."Much as I was a little disappointed that Candy had not mentioned anything, I told Lucy I'd put on my thinking cap and call her back.So, I began tossing over various possibilities in. Okay, last year my name was still Alexander Blake and as mentioned I was on my way to a charity event to honor me as the top man in advertising and make an absolute shit load of money for some charity that I had no interest in.I'm sure the charity did great work for the homeless whales environmental disease cure or whatever it was. In my mind the big thing was that I was on top of my game. I had the world on a string and didn't give a shit who knew it. In fact I wanted everyone to know it.I was. They spent the rest of that evening just talking about things in general and watching a video Larry had rented before Philip excused himself and went on up to his bedroom. He'd no sooner gotten through with his shower and was situated in the middle of the bed when he felt a strong overwhelming horniness and sexual hunger for Pam. Philip couldn't believe how the images of her and Larry together in the bedroom down the hall was driving him wild. Had it not been for his plans the next day, Philip. ‘Ok.’ She said, showing some semblance of concern. At least it was an emotion. She sat up and ate mechanically. She began to eat faster as her body seemed to realize that she hadn’t eaten all day. Soon, she leaned back onto the pile of pillows at the head of the bed and sighed heavily. ‘We need to talk.’ I said, a little too bluntly. ‘Do we? About what?’ ‘You.’ ‘Me? What about me?’ She looked at me with hardening eyes, clearly ready for a fight. It was almost as if I could see her soul retreat.