| I jumped back to the other side of the elevator car, which set it swaying slightly. �Okay.� Sensitive guy. I wouldn�t have thought it underneath that plastic he always wears. Well, what followed was a kind of awkward silence, but I didn�t like that, and the elevator didn�t seem like it was going anywhere anytime soon. I decided to make a great sacrifice for the sake of pleasantness. �Do you like Little Debbie Nutty Bars? I�ve got some in my pockets. I�ll share.� �Thank you, but no thanks. My gut flora would be outraged.� Gut flora? What was he talking about? I�d have to ask Adam when I got back to the Zen hole in the ground. �I�m here for the hair stylist. Got to look bee-yoo-tee-ful for the ladies. What brings you here?� �To speak with my attorneys.� I�ll bet they like talking to you. �Are you making out a will? Who would you leave your money to? Your tailor?� �How rude. I�m updating an existing will, the contents of which are my personal business.� Friendly guy. �You know, I could zorch you right here and reduce you to a shaking pile of protoplasm.� Adam used the word �protoplasm� a lot. I liked the sound of it. I think Jesse might know what it means. �Do that, and you haven�t a prayer of getting out of this building. Do you think I came here by myself?� �No, I guess not.� �You guess correctly.� The elevator shuddered back to life, lights and motion returning. �Well, it looks like I won�t have to disappoint the ladies after all.� �How nice for you.� �Yeah.� For a few moments I sweated the possibility that Eckhart might reach his floor before mine. There might be GSA waiting, which could be a problem. Happily, I reached the stylist�s floor first. �Well, goodbye.� �Mr Mulwray, do the world a favor and dispense with that ghastly aftershave you�re wearing. You nearly asphyxiated me in there.� �Uh, okay.� And that�s how I was stuck in an elevator with Mason Eckhart. Adam says I made the story up, but it�s true, I swear it. |
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