What a Wonka
I casually visited Bernard’s office with my golden ticket.
“I’m glad you’re here. I have a few bits for you to pick up.” Bernard swung his chair as he spoke and consulted a piece of paper covered in scrawl.
“I’ve been invited to a seminar next week.” I said.
“Yes I know. You all have. I’m speaking at it.” He grinned. “Power. Drive. Motivation.”
I paused. I thought he was just shouting out random words, but he seemed to be waiting for a response. “Well. What do you think? That’s my title. I want it to be all singing all dancing and show these guys that we mean business when it comes to communication solutions.”
Random words again. I nodded.
The evening of drinking until I was unconscious flashed before my eyes. “When are you on Bernard?”
“Second day. Bright and early because I want you to be on our exhibition stand.”
I’ll call Stella A. and Jack D. to tell them that the night’s off.