“Hugo's going as a ballerina,”
“Isn't he a football player?”
“Six-ten; two-forty.” Phillip
nodded. “Kids these days. “Always clowning around. Kind of like
Norman and Fred here.” He gestured to his left where the men sat
wearing rubber masks, sucking on unlit cigarettes, chuckling softly
whenever someone new entered the room and startled.
“Give it up, guys.” Richard
Jackson, founder and CEO walked in, a thick file folder stuffed
beneath his arm. “Every year, it's the same.” He positioned
himself at the head of the table.
Norman grabbed the grey hair of the
mask, yanked it down. Fred did likewise. Their hair was mussed, their
“Jesus, wipe your face,” Phillip
said, and Caroline rose and got a wad of paper towels from the
All during the meeting, Norman and Fred
kept at it, elbowing each other and giggling. Norman took two pieces
of candy corn from the dish, affixed them to his front teeth and
grinned at Caroline.
“Norman, will you please focus?”
Richard frowned then looked around the room. “A batch of the drug
“With what?” Phillip said.
“How did that happen?” Caroline
“Don't know. The point is, what do we
“Throw it out.”
“Quit joking around, Norman,”
Richard said. “Phillip?”
“Dollar stores? Donations, if that
doesn't work. Orphanages. Food aid. Spread it out real thin.”
“No, Norman. It's business,”
“I'll go to the press.”
“You do that, you're out of a job.”
Norman nodded and slipped on his mask.
He lit his cigarette and left the room, smoking through the slit in
“Oh, sinister, Norman,” the intern
“You think I'm scary,” Norman said,
“you ought to go to that staff meeting.”
He placed a quick call and headed home.
For the first time ever, he'd be able
to trick-or-treat with his kids.
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