’ She took a sip. ‘Nice,’ she said. ‘Where was I?’ ‘About to give me a recruiting speech, I think.’ ‘You make it sound like a waste of...time.’ ‘It is.’ ‘Uummm. Can I try anyway?’ ‘Sure, but I promise you it’s a waste of time.’ We spent the next hour or so talking. Katherine explained her plans for the company she had recently taken over from her father, who wanted to retire. She talked about how she thought I would fit in at McCann Technologies. I listened to her carefully. Common courtesy. "So tell me how you let that idiot keep his job. The connection was so obvious once I looked past that random bullshit," I explained."He kept his job because he was like family or something," Eddie said. "You have no idea how much I hated the politics of this department. It's a good thing you are a Libertarian they don't have a machine yet," he said."Eddie, you were right to want to go back to the Detective job. You were a lousy politician," I said."Yeah I know," he said. "Anyway let's go to. Just don’t piss me off or…”“Yeah yeah. You’ll throw me to one of the shows or make me a test subject or whatever. I get the gist.” She said. “What’s our status on the rollouts?”“Well, Couple Connection has been in the field since April.” He said. “We’re launching Hot Potato, Genie Gems and 8 Ball throughout the week. And we cancelled Mad Libs so we can put your new mystery game into the field whenever you want.”“Awww….Mad Libs got cut?” May pouted. She’d like that one.“Oh c’mon. You know it was. Every week, I politely turned down offers because I knew soon after I arrive that the conversation would die off because the host or hostess would be afraid of what to say to me. I’m not a delicate flower by any means, but the silence makes things so much more difficult. A quick stop by the grocery store gave our town minister a chance to invite me to Thanksgiving. The reader may remember that this minister had a son named Samuel who I have written about a few times. The same Samuel conned me.