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`` Will you all turn down the fucking volume, on your fucking phones!'' The irate scream leapt out from the southwest corner of the cubicle maze, farthest from the door. 
 
 The hoarse cursing was n't even acknowledge in the overpowering din of 14 ringing desk phones, 17 desperate customer service reps, over a dozen men lined up in the waiting room shuffling papers, and the staccato rhythm of the door chime as the door constantly rotated eager young men in and out repeatedly. 
 
 I was possibly the only person with manageable blood pressure in the building, and I was extremely grateful for the plate glass window between myself and the chaotic sales office. I let the massive glass door swing closed and the sounds of chaos disappeared with a soft click. The numbing tones of a waiting signal was playing on the speaker phone in my office. I paced towards the back of the desk and collapsed in my chair. My hand twitched towards my keyboard, but I resisted the impulse the check to sales figures again. The corner of my mouth twitched in a slight grin, but I managed to stifle it before any of the hectic staff wandered by the window. 
 
 *'' Doom, dooom, doom, dooom. Da, dada, da...'' * 
 
 I thought about calling to make a reservation at Bovado's tonight. Amy had wanted to go there for our anniversary, but I had to make a hasty excuse. She had n't known about the money yet. She knew now, and was n't happy about it. But tonight, we would n't have to worry about that, we could order the best bottle of wine in the building and spend hours trying anything and everything on the menu. We could go home and light the debt collection agencies notes and the credit cards on fire and dance in the wavering light. My heart skipped a beat, maybe dinner and wine would be enough to get her to put on that black lace thing from... 
 
 `` Hello, Mr Sanderton?'' 
 
 I snapped my focus back to the present, there was a young assistant in a dark blue dress standing just inside the plate glass door. I squinted, there was no phones ringing and the buzz from the sales floor was noticeably tamed. The woman saw my quizzical glance and explained as she stepped in and let the door swing shut behind her, `` I got them all to mute their ringers sir. It made them talk quieter without having to shout over all that noise.'' She took another step forward and reached to place a tablet on my desk. `` I thought you might want to look at this sir. It's the incoming numbers from the online, phone, and retail order departments. Those are the updated figures as of 10 minutes ago.'' 
 
 I slid the tablet toward me, `` Thanks, Nata....'' My voice trailed off as the highlighted tally numbers jumped off the screen at me. Visions of mountain chalets and private yachts jumped around in my head. My heart raced and I felt cold sweat appear in my armpits. I worked my mouth, trying helplessly to form words. The young woman shuffled her feet. 
 
 This was going to change my life. Giddiness started to tingle in my limbs. Is this what a lottery winner felt like? The bonus on today's sales alone would pay off half my remaining mortgage. I could buy a boat with a single hour's commission bonus. If the rest of the week, or rest of the month continued this way, I'd be able to buy another house. With cash. 
 
 I felt a swelling in my chest. Then I glanced up, remembering the young woman in the office in front of me. `` Sorry Natasha. Good work with the ringers, that noise was killing me.'' She nodded and turned, exiting through the plate glass door. 
 
 *'' Doom, dooom, doom, dooom. Da, dada, da...'' * 
 
 I pulled my cell out of the desk with shaky fingers. I opened the wrong app before I finally got to the messaging screen. 
 
 *Hey honey, cancel your plans for tonight, and call Theresa to come babysit. Tell her we'll pay her double if need be. Will call you later with details! xoxo* Send. 
 
 A moment's thought. *BTW, do you still have that outfit from our trip to Cabo? `` * 
 
 Send. 
 
 The numbing tone abruptly ended with a click. `` Sorry for the wait Mr. Sanderton. My assistant said you had an urgent issue?'' 
 
 I planted my feet and turned to the phone, `` That I do! I need to place an extra order for this month, hopefully one that can be done double quick, and I have to modify next months order.'' I paused, relishing the moment, `` Tell me Aisyan my friend, what is the maximum number of units your crew can produce per month for us?'' My heart raced and a champagne bottles danced through my mind's eye. My fingers tapped on the screen of the tablet dancing across the logo at the top, **Purple Rhino Male Enhancement Products** 
 
 My feet were tapping in my shoes like an excited school boy. Silence stretched for a moment. Then a few moments. I felt a deep pit begin to open in my guts. More silence. My fingers and toes stilled their movements. 
 
 `` Well friend, that is interesting news to hear.'' My limbs felt heavy and the pit in my guts started to twist. `` But unfortunately, there have been, unexpected, developments here.'' My heart rate dropped and the twist in my guts grew. `` We have had a change of management recently. Actually, only a few hours ago.'' 
 
 I gaped at the phone like a child at the fair, desperately trying to still my heart. `` I see.'' I did n't. A fake dick pill manufacturing warehouse in Indonesia had a management change? 
 
 `` Well,'' my thoughts raced, desperately processing this new information,'' I'd love to talk to the new management, is there any of them available by chance.'' A small spark of hope flashed in my chest. `` I'd love to talk about what their plans for the products are in the future, or perhaps about buying out your current stock.'' I flinched, thankful that it was a phone call, not a video call. But, half a bonus is better than no bonus. 
 
 Silence reigned again. The spark in my chest fluttered and died. 
 
 `` That will not be an option I'm afraid, old friend.'' My stomach fell into the twist in my guts. Cold sweat appeared on my forehead. `` The new management is a direct competitor and they engineered a hostile takeover...'' I flinched again. In that part of the world, hostile takeovers meant a different thing than here in North America. ``... in order to use our staff and facilities to increase manufacturing of their own products to keep up with demand.'' 
 
 My mind flailed and grasped at a series of desperate pleas, each more hopeless than the last. I desperately hoped my voice would n't crack. `` Might I ask, what is the competitor making?'' A guilty pause. `` Do you know if they have North American distribution?'' 
 
 Another silence. Finally, `` Ancient herbal remedies for male enhancement, for sale in Asian markets.'' 
 
 Another pregnant silence. My mind went numb and I let the silence stretch. No mountain chalets here. 
 
 `` Tigers claws. They mix powdered tiger's claw. Sorry, my friend. It is a shock to me and mine as well. Peace be unto you.'' A click. A dull echoing tone. 
 
 My cell phone flashed on the screen and a message scrolled across. 
 
 *AMY: YES!!; ) *
