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manager within range, though.

"Hey, Roger?"

"Uh, yeah." Roger finally turned his head towards his name.

"I've got Mrs. Wallace on the line. She's just been robbed and needs to talk to a manager to protect all of her personal and business accounts."

"Send it over to me. Excuse me, Josh I absolutely have to take this-this woman owns almost half of our stock."

"No problem. I was almost robbed myself on the way to work..."

"If you can wait, I'll get you our media director's number...he's a younger guy-Mrs. Wallace's youngest nephew, in fact. He usually likes new ideas."

"Okay. Thanks." Josh tried to hide his excitement over the possibility of getting the account. Eagle Ridge was the fifth largest financial company in the city, though it had purposely limited it's own growth. He'd heard the owners were an odd bunch, but it didn't matter as long as they were going to fund Josh's proposed campaign-"Eagle Ridge-The Bank of Small Town Values."

Roger continued his phone conversation, "that should take care of everything Mrs. Wallace-call us if you need anything. I'm just glad that you're okay...okay then, bye."

"Out of curiosity, does this robbery thing happen a lot?" Josh asked as soon as Roger hung up.

"Not as much as you'd think with a city this size...," Roger didn't want to go down that road and silently hoped no one approached him again with a similar call, "anyway, here's Greg's number. I've got to go, Josh. I've got another meeting scheduled at 11 that I have to get ready for. It was good talking with you."

"You, too." Josh nodded as he shook Roger's hand.

*

The idea of an early lunch sounded good. Josh's next appointment was at two, with a local drycleaners. Not as glamorous as his morning appointment, but he took them as they came. He was just thankful he went to college with Roger-it was so nice to be well-networked in these situations.

Stopping by a nearby sandwich shop, Josh ordered a grilled ham and cheese along with a large Diet Coke. The woman at the register looked like she was barely in her 20s-and apparently unable to do math.

"You owe me another quarter and nickel," Josh said bluntly, staring at the dollar and eighteen cents in his hand.

The woman looked at him and then redid the order on the calculator portion of the register. It came up the same amount from before-he had said a large drink and not a medium, right? She removed 30 cents from the register and handed it to Josh. While he was busy studying his sandwich, she slipped her hand into her jeans pocket and

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