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Where can I find executive conference room furniture? I am looking for luxurious conference room furniture which I want to view online. would anyone know of a good site that has high class executive furniture for upper scale offices?

I want to sell used office , reception room and conference room furniture,what`s the best way to sell them?? I want to sell about 63 used office and reception chairs, 25-30 chair capacity conference table with chairs,beautiful office tables,cupboards,cabinets,and laboratory furniture,heating system,and a generator,I am in amarillo,Tx and willing to sell them in a very good price,if any one can tell me how should I sell them fast ,I`ll really appreciate that,thanks

Office Furniture Poll: Rolly chair or Conference room table? Which is better?

How to makeover a school conference room? My elementary school has a conference room with a mish-mash of items. The soundproofing on the walls is gray (on one wall). The carpet is red - yikes, but no changing that. The room is very dark and dingy with old furniture that does not go together. I'm trying to give it a makeover to make it a calming pleasant place to be - not a dark dungeon. My first thought - chair covers; maybe a table runner in a bright color; and some sort of window treatment with color. One wall is a white board (floor to ceiling), another is the gray soundproofing and the other two are a beige type color (maybe once upon a time white). There are 3 small windows - but being in Alaska it doesn't bring in much light during the winter. Any ideas to make this dark dreary room into a beautiful comfortable space?

If the point of the stimulus is to create jobs, why is Obama outraged when a corp remodels a conference room? The room doesn't exactly remodel itself. It takes an interior designer, furniture manufacturers, construction workers, truck drivers, electricians, engineers, building inspectors, etc. If the rationale is we don't want tax payer dollars going to remodeling, why is Obama hiring the same interior designer to refurbish parts of the White House? If someone who accepts taxpayer money should get no perks, then Obama should be taking the bus instead of Air Force One.

At your office, what would a dream conference room include? What are your ideas-do they include easy hookups for powerpoint presentations, a drop down or wall easel, easily changeable furniture and storage shelves?

Can I use my conference table from work as a dining room table? It's a nice, boat shaped mahogany hardwood (not veneer) table. My office is moving and is purchasing new furniture, so I think I can get a good deal on this. It has two base panels (legs) on each end. Would this work in a large dining space?

Free Office Furniture in City Of Industry-Just pick up? need to get rid of asap, some metal cabinets a coffee table and a conference room table soon, you pick up and they're all yours. send message and I'll give details

Has Anyone Visited the Home that Hosted the Wannsee Conference? My understanding is that the majestic home where the Wannsee Conference was held survived the war and is now a memorial. I was wondering if anyone has visited it, and if so, if they could please tell me what the home is like. I am wondering if the furniture from the conference is still there, what the rooms are like, and how large the grounds are. Any descriptions or details you can offer will be greatly appreciated. Thanks very much. Sybaris: Yes, that was an excellent film, wasn't it? I have watched it many times and I always find it chilling. The idea that seemingly civilized men could gather for cigars and lunch and discuss the destruction of so many people gives me chills every time I think about it. BCPTM: Never assume you know what another person is thinking. In this case it makes an a** out of you. My friend's daughter is trying to finish her year-end project for a history class. She drew WWII and the Nazis out of a hat. I suggested Wannsee to her when she asked for help as it was an important turning point in Nazi policy. She has to do a 3-panel display, and plans to draw pictures to illustrate it. As for Sobibor? I doubt the plumbing was hooked up, as it was built as a death camp. The guards at Chelmno? If I remember correctly, they were Polish police, and not subject to the racial restrictions of the SS--their eyes could be any color. And Jasenovac? I first read about it 20 years ago in high school. I have no idea what kind of wood is available in Croatia. The main victims were Serbs who were considered enemies by the Ustase. Read about the recent wars in the Balkans, and you find the memories of WWII still haunt the area.

Will you donate office furniture to non profit org in Atlanta? Non profit organization located in the Atlanta area is looking for open statelite office. We provide medical and social services to families of children with cancer and other catastrophic illnesses. We are looking for desks, fax machine, telephone consoles, file cabinets, office supplies, sofa, love seats, waiting room chairs, tables, micro waves, conference table and chairs. If you or someone you know have any of the above, please contact me immediately. Monetary donations are accepted. Your donations are tax deductible...Thank you you can contact me via e-mail at watsonfun@yahoo.com or info@watsonfoundation.org E-mail: watsonfund@yahoo.com OR info@watsonfoundation.org For any questions! Please do not hesitate to contact me!

Furniture Ideas? At work in our conference room we have a mini refridge... it is sitting on the floor and looks tacky there... Where is a good place to buy a stand for it... We need something black wood and not so expensive...

Why do I always have to be the one getting the old stuff? My parents always give me their old stuff for example. My dad is going to give me his old suit for a MUN conference I need to attend to next week and I think it's too small or to big on me, My sister is going to give me her old blackberry, and the furniture that is in my room is mostly been used before I was even born. Why do I always have to get the old stuff? I tried talking to my parents but they don't care or maybe they just don't get the message right.

What are stores that sell durable furniture? (Miku!) :] So, I'm in Interior Design class at school. We're designing a great room and a chapter room in a fraternity house. I know of the furniture types I'd like (couch, non-big chairs, bookcases/DVD stands, coffee table, conference table, etc...), but I DON'T know of a store that's known to sell durable furniture. My budget for this project is $35,000 btw. :P Don't say Ikea because if a 16 year old girl somehow broke the dresser, I'm sure tables will break just as easily. (And my niece&nephew danced on their Ikea coffee table and it broke too.) Thankss! :D

Do you like camping out? camping out half his furniture in storage at his father's business in an empty conference room half his clothes hung in a closet at his parents house he lay on a sleeping bag on the floor in the living room of what had been their condominium their home for less than two years they had been separated for almost ten years now she had remarried according to her mother and was living in syracuse he had remained single with the realization that he had never really loved her the realization had grown slowly over the years he had forced things to happen and now it all seemed so wrong he would not force the future again he didn't want his life to make any sense any more it had made so much sense before late in the night he would take the tiny blue pills that let him sleep all his personal affects scattered and he wanted it that way he had folded several blankets under the sleeping bag and propped his head up against the wall with two king size pillows from their old bed sleep generally came very late usually around two then he would sleep until ten in the morning if he did not work for his father he would have no job at all the walls were stripped bare the pictures in storage his keepsakes carefully wrapped and stored away after ten years he was finally able to see how he could no longer live in the past in six years he had been hospitalized three times the last time he had lain in critical care for three days stuck full of tubes draining the heavy dose of prescription medications he had taken the veins in his wrists and inner arms bandaged where he had cut them lengthwise with a dull razor now he no longer lived in the house they had shared he was merely camping there he would turn forty within the month

Can anyone help me write a neutral memo for business corresponce and communication class? I have to write a memo with positive and neutral messages. here's what the passages says...Your company is scheduled to move to new offices over the weekend. Telephone and data lines will be disconnected at 6:00 on Thursday evening. The movers will begin packing at 10:00 on Friday morning. employees who wish to pack their own belongs must do so before that time. All desk and furniture tops must be cleared before the movers begin packing. the movers plan to transport all furniture and boxes on sunday. the departmental moving committees reviewed and approved the layout for furniture placement last week. employees should take appropriate measures to secure confidential documents. On Friday, employees may work from home or in the conference room in the new offices for their department. Plan a neutral memo that you will send to all employees conveying this information. Can anyone help me with this?

I have a reoccurring dream? The dream starts out with me in a busy lobby at a fancy hotel. I'm wearing a trench coat and common suit much like any businessman you'd see on wall street. I'm standing reservedly in the center of the lobby with two shopping bags in my hands, while happy tourists walk freely along not noticing me. I ask the clerk at the desk to hold one of the bags for so-and-so and then walk toward a narrow hall where I face a double-door at a conference room. Out of the second shopping bag I take out two claymores where I set strategically behind some wood furniture. I then take out two M1911 pistols and kick the door open on the double doors where I shoot two secret service men and shoot a few more. I pull out a AA-12 shotgun from my coat and begin mowing down congressmen at this convention while they frantically try to escape. After the chaos and murderous rage ends I'm standing in a pile of ruin, smoke, and blood. I hear police behind me, ordering to drop my weapon, and I smile! I turn around and make a shot killing one officer, while the others pump rounds into my chest dropping me instantly. They advance tripping the claymores and there is a distinct silence. After a few moments I cough a little, and rise from my seemingly obvious death. Fire and smoke surround me and I make my exit toward the double-doors. I stop in front of a mirror and I look frightened and distraught. I then continue down the narrow hall again, I enter the busy lobby again to find everybody running frantically about trying to figure out what happened. The bag I gave the clerk suddenly explodes and more people die as I walk reservedly toward the exit door. I walk out with no distractions and that's how it ends. I have this dream a lot and there are more "scenes" too it. What the hell?

Can someone please revise this memo for me? thanx? the Board of Directors of the Economic Alliance have scheduled a meeting on [insert date two weeks from today] at one p.m. with Robert West, Mayor of Horrell Hill Judy Ledbetter, President of County Council and Wayne Roxbury Director of the state Film Office. The primary purpose of the meeting is to discuss the exciting agreement among the city and roselawn studios to film the movie “North Star Nights” here. Mr Roxbury said recently that the film, ‘Will give a boost to the cities diverse economy. The production will spend money on food housing, offices, utilities, furniture, equipment, personnel, security, rentals transportation, and many other goods and services.’ He estimated that “North Star Nights” will bring $50,000 in revenues to the area. Incidently, the producer plans to hire seventy-five local people mostly high school and college students as extras. The alliance will also review Bob Smith’s and Tom Graham’s proposal to upgrade the conference room and shift form portable projection equiptment to a stationery multimedia platform for presentations to visiting prospects. The funds are available for the project permission is needed to build a base platform which is twelve feet long, six feet deep, and ten inches high. The multimedia podium will be mounted on this base platform. The last item proposed is a plan to beautify rosewood boulevard between 1st Street and 9th Street. This area is the gateway too our city and needs to be enhanced with landscaping, benches,and appropriate lighting to create a postive first impression for visitors. The landscape architect who we have consulted has provided a cost estimate for the project. We have 2/3 of the amount on hand. a architectural drawing of the area will be on display at the meeting. The Board welcome your comments or suggestions on these topics before the meeting. Please send them to Anita or I as early as possible.

Hi. I waqs just wondering if I can put Formica on an old huge wood desk? I just bought this wooden conference desk that is in it's original condition, which is excellent with just minor fading. However, I bought it to use it as a craft table for rubber stamping and scrapbooking workshops. The room is lavender with white trim and all my other furniture in the room is a bright white. I've been told I am crazy for wanting to refinish this piece but I did not buy it for an heirloom, I bought it to serve a purpose and I am a real matchy-matchy type of person....... Can someone help me out with this? I would like to know if I can cover the desk with Formica laminate? I know that this is what they use on countertops and this tends to hold up forever. Any help with this and/or a referral in the Cleveland, Ohio area would be great!!! Thanks so much for your time. Nicole : )

What do you think of my prologue? Constructive criticism, please.? Background: The government is oppressive, the population has been split into two groups. --------------------- Prologue "I don't know what you're gettin’ at with these freaks," Fisher whispered harshly, glancing at the door to make sure it was still shut, "but what the hell do you expect me to do about it." A muffled, frantic sounding voice spilled from over the phone and into the dark office. He paced round his desk, his reddening face lit only by the faint blue glow of a computer screen. Fisher pulled at his tie angrily and threw his cowboy hat at the wall. Those government snobs had no idea who they were talking to. He was Jeremiah Fisher for Christ’s sake, and that meant no damn bastard was gonna tell him what to do with his company! And rather than meeting him in person they had some limp dick rookie named Wringley or something have a conference with him over the phone. Every time the kid began a new sentence or went off on some tangent that included the phrase ‘It’s for your own protection, sir’ Fisher felt the urge to go out and shoot something. He slammed a ringed fist into his desk. Pens, paper clips, and pictures of his latest lady, a wolf-whistling worthy blonde half his age, rattled on the surface. “Look here, nobody even knows what those people even look like.” His Texan accent raged, “But even with that, I guaran-goddamn-tee you they won’t be gettin’ anywhere near me or my bank!” He slammed the phone back onto it’s hook. Fisher snatched a small remote control off his desk and pressed a green button that said ‘open’. Black blinds began to rise on the far side of the room, revealing a wall spanning window that displayed Freighton City at night. The sky line was crowded with massive buildings, lights lit up every corner in every hue, brightly dressed Altum danced their worries away, and best yet? No solum to be seen. Those filthy creatures were kept indoors once the clock hit 8:00 pm. In the very middle of the city, a large projection of the government sigil, an olive branch, shone clearly for all to see - and to be reminded. They’re always watching, he thought. Fisher glared at it before snorting and turning away. A man stood before him. It took only a split second for Fisher to catch the bright red symbol on the sleeve of the man’s black jacket. Immediately he jumped away. “W-w-whoever sent you, I can p-pay you more,” He said with as much courage one could muster when facing down a member of both the most dangerous and wanted organization in the Empire. Nobody really knew who they were, or what they were. The only solid pieces of evidence that they ever left behind were mutilated bodies, destroyed buildings, and a broken olive branch painted in red wherever they hit. Fisher was sure that the ghost group were just a concotion of the Empire, created to serve as bogeyman to keep people like him in line - but now . . . The invader did not move from where he was. He was a tall man, menacing, wearing a hood with a dark mirroring eyeshade that Fisher could see his own frightened reflection in. A chill breeze came from nowhere and Fisher shivered. “I’ll o-offer you anything you want, really I can gi-” He stopped when he saw the man smile. Suddenly the windows behind him burst and torrents of wind came rushing into the office. Papers flew and furniture moved in the flurry. Fisher fell to his knees and covered his head, the current pushed him forward. When he looked up the man was standing still amongst the tornado, long jacket flapping behind him, like a herald of chaos. It was then that the flood of wind stopped. Fisher shook with relief. “My apologies,” the man said and the wind began to pick up once more, only this time it pushed him back rather than forward. Fisher slid on glass until he could feel the back of his heels hanging over the edge. He leaped forward, but in doing so he lost his anchor and was suspended in the air. Half of his body inside of the office, and half of it hanging above the glowing city. The man held up a clenched, gloved fist in front of him, level with Fisher’s dangling body. “Mr. Fisher,” The man said, his voice barely heard over the rushing torrents, “Goodbye.” He released the fist.

Constructive criticism on opening? Background info: The government has split the population into two - the Altum (the superior) and the solum. The story is centered on a rebellion group. --------------------------------------------- "I don't know what you're gettin’ at with these freaks," Fisher whispered harshly, glancing at the door to make sure it was still closed, "but what the hell do you expect me to do about it." A muffled, frantic sounding voice spilled from over the phone and into the dark office. Fisher pulled at his tie angrily and threw his cowboy hat at the wall. Those government snobs had no idea who they were talking to. He was Jeremiah Fisher for Christ’s sake, and that meant no damn bastard was gonna tell him what to do with his company! And rather than meeting him in person they had some limp dick rookie named Wringley or something have a conference with him over the phone. Every time the kid began a new sentence or went off on some tangent that included the phrase ‘It’s for your own protection, sir’ Fisher felt the urge to go out and shoot something. He slammed a ringed fist into his desk. Pens, paper clips, and pictures of his latest lady, a wolf-whistling worthy blonde half his age, rattled on the surface. “Look here, nobody even knows what those people even look like.” His Texan accent raged, “But even with that, I guaran-goddamn-tee you they won’t be gettin’ anywhere near me or my bank!” He slammed the phone back onto it’s hook. Fisher snatched a small remote control off his desk and pressed a green little button that said ‘open’. Black blinds began to rise on the far side of the room, revealing a wall spanning window that displayed the Freighton City at night. The sky line was crowded with massive buildings, lights lit up every corner in every hue, brightly dressed Altum danced their worries away, and best yet? No solum to be seen. Those filthy creatures were kept indoors once the clock hit 8:00 pm. In the very middle of the city, a large projection of the government sigil, an olive branch, shone clearly for all to see - and to be reminded. They’re always watching, he thought. Fisher glared at it before snorting and turning away. A man stood before him. It took only a split second for Fisher to catch the bright red symbol on the sleeve of the man’s jacket. Immediately he jumped away. “W-w-whoever sent you, I can p-pay you more,” He said with as much courage one could muster when facing down one of the most dangerous and wanted criminals in the empire. The invader did not move from where he was. He was a tall man, menacing, wearing a hood with a dark mirroring eye shade that Fisher could see his own frightened reflection in. A chill breeze came from nowhere and Fisher shivered. “I’ll o-offer you anything you want, really I can gi-” He stopped himself when he saw the man smile. Suddenly the windows behind him burst and torrents of wind came rushing into the office. Papers flew and furniture moved in the flurry. Fisher fell to his knees and covered his head. When he looked up the man was standing amongst the tornado, not even effected. It was then that the flood of wind stopped for a moment. Fisher took a deep breath or relief. “My apologies,” the man said and the wind began to pick up once more, only this time it pushed him back rather than forward. Fisher slid on glass until he could feel the back of his heels hanging over the edge. He leaped forward, but in doing so he lost his anchor and was suspended in the air. Half of his body inside of the office, and half of it out. The man was holding up a gloved clenched fist in front of him, level with Fisher’s dangling body. “Mr. Fisher,” The man said, his voice barely heard over the rushing torrents, “Goodbye.” He released the fist. Fisher fell.

Constructive criticism on book opening? Background info: The government has split the population into two, the Altum (the superior) and the solum. The story is centered around the rebellion against the government. --------------------------------- "I don't know what you're gettin’ at with these freaks," Fisher whispered harshly, glancing at the door to make sure it was still closed, "but what the hell do you expect me to do about it." A muffled, frantic sounding voice spilled from over the phone and into the dark office. Fisher pulled at his tie angrily and threw his cowboy hat at the wall. Those government snobs had no idea who they were talking to. He was Jeremiah Fisher for Christ’s sake, and that meant no damn bastard was gonna tell him what to do with his company! And rather than meeting him in person they had some limp dick rookie named Wringley or something have a conference with him over the phone. Every time the kid began a new sentence or went off on some tangent that included the phrase ‘It’s for your own protection, sir’ Fisher felt the urge to go out and shoot something. He slammed a ringed fist into his desk. Pens, paper clips, and pictures of his latest lady, a wolf-whistling worthy blonde half his age, rattled on the surface. “Look here, nobody even knows what those people even look like.” His Texan accent raged, “But even with that, I guaran-goddamn-tee you they won’t be gettin’ anywhere near me or my bank!” He slammed the phone back onto it’s hook. Fisher snatched a small remote control off his desk and pressed a green little button that said ‘open’. Black blinds began to rise on the far side of the room, revealing a wall spanning window that displayed Freighton City at night. The sky line was crowded with massive buildings, lights lit up every corner in every hue, brightly dressed Altum danced their worries away, and best yet? No solum to be seen. Those filthy creatures were kept indoors once the clock hit 8:00 pm. In the very middle of the city, a large projection of the government sigil, an olive branch, shone clearly for all to see - and to be reminded. They’re always watching, he thought. Fisher glared at it before snorting and turning away. A man stood before him. It took only a split second for Fisher to catch the bright red symbol on the sleeve of the man’s black jacket. Immediately he jumped away. “W-w-whoever sent you, I can p-pay you more,” He said with as much courage one could muster when facing down one of the most dangerous and wanted criminals in the empire. The invader did not move from where he was. He was a tall man, menacing, wearing a hood with a dark mirroring eyeshade that Fisher could see his own frightened reflection in. A chill breeze came from nowhere and Fisher shivered. “I’ll o-offer you anything you want, really I can gi-” He stopped himself when he saw the man smile. Suddenly the windows behind him burst and torrents of wind came rushing into the office. Papers flew and furniture moved in the flurry. Fisher fell to his knees and covered his head, the current pushed him forward. When he looked up the man was standing amongst the tornado, his long jacket flapping behind him, not even effected. It was then that the flood of wind stopped for a moment. Fisher took a deep breath or relief. “My apologies,” the man said and the wind began to pick up once more, only this time it pushed him back rather than forward. Fisher slid on glass until he could feel the back of his heels hanging over the edge. He leaped forward, but in doing so he lost his anchor and was suspended in the air. Half of his body inside of the office, and half of it hanging above the glowing city. The man was holding up a gloved clenched fist in front of him, level with Fisher’s dangling body. “Mr. Fisher,” The man said, his voice barely heard over the rushing torrents, “Goodbye.” He released the fist. Fisher fell.

How can I help my 11 year old daughter who seems to be a compulsive liar? I think that my 11 year old (step) daughter is a compulsive liar. She came to live with us at the age of 3. Her biological mother has some very serious issues including bipolar. She and her brother were in a terrible situation with her. They were removed from their mother and custody was placed with their father and me. My daughter has always had a big imagination. She would tell us things that I was sure couldn't be true. However, at a young age children do tell lies or make up fantastic stories. However, as she has gotten older the lying is much worse. She has been caught stealing a lot in the past year also. Some from the store, friends, teachers and even me. I went as far as to have our local sheriff's dept. talk to her about where the behavior could lead to after she stole from the store. She is very competitive with our 3 other children (one of which is her biological brother). If they are telling us something about school or some experience they had our daughter will listen very closely. She will then top their story with one about herself that sounds better than theirs. Even though she knows that there is no way that we could believe her since she lives with us full time. It's almost like it just eats her up that someone else has experienced something or been somewhere that she hasn't. She lies about silly things. She is also very destructive. She will tear up things, including big things like furniture, and then tell us that she doesn't know how it happened. Her most recent was her dresser. I heard a loud noise come from her room. I went in there and the mirror was off of the dresser and the top surface is now split all the way down the dresser and comes apart from the rest of the top. She said it just fell off and that she didn't do it. She said that the noise I heard was her bed because she jumped on it. She will take things and tell us that she didn't. She will hold the lie until we have found what she took and confront her. She has to see the evidence and have any witnesses right in front of her before she will even break a little bit just in case there is any possibility that her lie may be believable or maybe because she's to ashamed for her lie to come out since she doesn't like to look bad. She is even bad to the children and staff at her church. She has bitten 3 children this year on the church bus. She has also kicked and sassed on of the men that attend the church and helps on the bus. I know she is old enough to know better. She can fool you if you don't know her. She is particularly convincing to men. Men don't seem to see through her as fast as the women do. However, in most cases women do see the true colors a little faster because of our motherly instincts. I had her in therapy multiple times and she even fools them. Her last doctor released her because in her words, "she is a happy well adjusted child". I have talked to her so many times over the years and it just does not sink in. I've told her that it will ruin all of her relationships. It already has ruined some now. My relationship with her is terrible now because I can't believe anything that she says. She lies at least 12 times per day and sometimes a lot more. She will throw other peoples name in the lie to try to take the heat off of her. I've had multiple conferences with all of her teachers and her principal. They see it too and are doing all they can do to help. Does anyone have any suggestions? She is in a loving home. Our 3 other children don't have any problems so this is causing a lot of bad feelings between all of them. She has gotten her siblings in trouble before and not have any remorse at all while they were in trouble and after we found out the truth later on. That was when she was younger. I am completely frazzled out. I hate for our relationship to deteriorate this way. It's getting so bad now that I don't like spending a lot of time with her. The time that I am with her is just lie after lie. PLEASE help! I hope that someone who has gone through this can give me some advice. Thanks The user "Julie & Charlie" has really got the wrong idea. The things that this user states to be the fault of the lying simply does not exist. This child is treated equally and loved equally. She is not abused, neglected, un-hugged, un-mentored or anything like this. It's really out of line if you want my opinion for that user to respond that way. Maybe I wasn't clear enough in my question. If I was a bad parent I would not have asked. If I was guilty of being at fault or anyone else in my house I would not have asked. If I was or if anyone else that we know was then I wouldn't be in denial about it either. Please have a little respect in the answers. This situation is very sensitive as it is and we are struggling to find the answers. We have a loving household and the love is spread equally between our children. I really think that the problem may stem from her biological mother. It may even be hereditary. I want to help my daughter.

Can I use my conference table from work as a dining room table? It's a nice, boat shaped mahogany hardwood (not veneer) table. And due to my shifting, I am purchasing new furniture for my office. So I think I can get a good deal on this. It has two base panels (legs) on each end. Would this work in a large dining space? I also require suggestion where to buy this New Furniture for my office in California area??

Constructive criticism on opening? Background info: The government has split the population into two, the Altum (the superior) and the solum. The story is centered around the rebellion against the government. --------------------------------- "I don't know what you're gettin’ at with these freaks," Fisher whispered harshly, glancing at the door to make sure it was still closed, "but what the hell do you expect me to do about it." A muffled, frantic sounding voice spilled from over the phone and into the dark office. Fisher pulled at his tie angrily and threw his cowboy hat at the wall. Those government snobs had no idea who they were talking to. He was Jeremiah Fisher for Christ’s sake, and that meant no damn bastard was gonna tell him what to do with his company! And rather than meeting him in person they had some limp dick rookie named Wringley or something have a conference with him over the phone. Every time the kid began a new sentence or went off on some tangent that included the phrase ‘It’s for your own protection, sir’ Fisher felt the urge to go out and shoot something. He slammed a ringed fist into his desk. Pens, paper clips, and pictures of his latest lady, a wolf-whistling worthy blonde half his age, rattled on the surface. “Look here, nobody even knows what those people even look like.” His Texan accent raged, “But even with that, I guaran-goddamn-tee you they won’t be gettin’ anywhere near me or my bank!” He slammed the phone back onto it’s hook. Fisher snatched a small remote control off his desk and pressed a green little button that said ‘open’. Black blinds began to rise on the far side of the room, revealing a wall spanning window that displayed Freighton City at night. The sky line was crowded with massive buildings, lights lit up every corner in every hue, brightly dressed Altum danced their worries away, and best yet? No solum to be seen. Those filthy creatures were kept indoors once the clock hit 8:00 pm. In the very middle of the city, a large projection of the government sigil, an olive branch, shone clearly for all to see - and to be reminded. They’re always watching, he thought. Fisher glared at it before snorting and turning away. A man stood before him. It took only a split second for Fisher to catch the bright red symbol on the sleeve of the man’s black jacket. Immediately he jumped away. “W-w-whoever sent you, I can p-pay you more,” He said with as much courage one could muster when facing down one of the most dangerous and wanted criminals in the empire. The invader did not move from where he was. He was a tall man, menacing, wearing a hood with a dark mirroring eyeshade that Fisher could see his own frightened reflection in. A chill breeze came from nowhere and Fisher shivered. “I’ll o-offer you anything you want, really I can gi-” He stopped himself when he saw the man smile. Suddenly the windows behind him burst and torrents of wind came rushing into the office. Papers flew and furniture moved in the flurry. Fisher fell to his knees and covered his head, the current pushed him forward. When he looked up the man was standing amongst the tornado, his long jacket flapping behind him, not even effected. It was then that the flood of wind stopped for a moment. Fisher took a deep breath or relief. “My apologies,” the man said and the wind began to pick up once more, only this time it pushed him back rather than forward. Fisher slid on glass until he could feel the back of his heels hanging over the edge. He leaped forward, but in doing so he lost his anchor and was suspended in the air. Half of his body inside of the office, and half of it hanging above the glowing city. The man was holding up a gloved clenched fist in front of him, level with Fisher’s dangling body. “Mr. Fisher,” The man said, his voice barely heard over the rushing torrents, “Goodbye.” He released the fist. Fisher fell. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------