“Why hasn’t anyone tried to puzzle-piece us yet??” Tara cried, as we collected our drinks at the bar.
I laughed. “Relax, we’ve only been here five minutes.”
“Now remember,” I instructed. “We’re undercover. No mention of the blog, okay? Undercover.”
“Undercover,” she repeated, nodding. “Right. No mention of the blog.”
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He was almost to the door. Soon, he’d be gone.
I called after him. “Hey Marc, wait!”
He turned back to me. “Yeah?”
I began rummaging around in my wallet. “Can you get me a pack of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups while you’re there? Like the family-size pack?” Marc was off to Duane Reade to up our stash for the Office Gum Culture Task-Force. I found a 5 dollar bill and waved it at him. “But I mean, the mini-size, but in the family bag?” I sighed and shook my head. “Sorry, I’m not feeling well. I’m not making a lot of sense.”
He approached my desk and took the cash. “Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks,” I said. Then I turned back to my computer and tried to focus.
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Thalia and Sean laughed lightly together as they hung the NQAC banner on the back wall of the Overlook second-floor patio for our One Year Anniversary Party. Sean was balanced on a chair and Thalia was unspooling wire to him as he fastened it around the nails they’d pounded into the wood.
Marlie and Bea chatted amiably at one of the tables. Marlie was folding the table-tents that Thalia had created which displayed our specialty drinks and announced our prizes. The graphics looked so professional and perfect, it made me shake my head in bewilderment. Bea was unfolding the white paper flowers which were to be placed in the pink cubed vases that would then be set out on the ten or so tables that scattered the space.
Jack and his team from Solerno and Lillet were calmly setting up the the two reception tables. White table cloths floated in the breeze and they weighed them down with their cute tote bags, which were to be gifts for all our guests. They then set up a red-framed chalkboard on which one of the girls carefully wrote out the drink specials.
The mood was serene yet festive, and filled with measured anticipation.
Clearly, no one but me could see the obvious:
WE WERE IN CRISIS MODE.
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