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new bolt-action rifles, four shotguns, two AR-15s, a crossbow, and two compound bows. Arranging the stuff, he found several packages of new broad heads for the compound bows and crossbow then over a dozen different knives. Then, he found three new lines of camo from the top competitors. They sent them to management hoping the store would push their stuff over the competitors. Nelson always told them he tried the stuff out, which he did, and those that worked as advertised, he would recommend personally.
    Walking around his desk, he sat down then started going over the fall layout when he heard his door open. Looking up, he saw Daren walk in. “What’s on your mind, Daren?”
    “Hey Nelson,” Daren said, walking by to look at the stuff. “Just opened mine as well, and I’m excited about the new bows.”
    “I wasn’t that impressed with the prototypes,” Nelson said and took a sip of coffee.
    “They fixed it,” Daren smiled. “Hey, I was just wondering if we put a larger display just outside the doors to announce the new lines if you think it would do some good?”
    Shaking his head, Nelson said, “We are already putting out a new catalog, flyers, with a TV and radio campaign. When you throw in the internet advertisement, that’s quite a large sum we have invested on their merchandise. The way I see it, if the customer is already at the store, we’ve done our job.”
    Daren sat down and sighed. “Nelson, it will be hunting season, and even when we double staff, we can’t get to all the customers, and they walk around looking for the new merchandise.”
    Thinking about that, Nelson leaned back. “Well, why don’t we put up small, fluorescent, orange signs signaling new merchandise? That shouldn’t cost much, and the stores can order them locally. One sign at the front of the store won’t do much to help with that,” he finally said.
    Laughing, Daren slapped his thigh. “That’s why they pay you the big bucks.”
    “I wish I got paid the big bucks the CEOs get paid,” Nelson said, nodding.
    “Huh,” Daren huffed, “you and I wouldn’t know what to do with that type of money.”
    “True,” Nelson nodded. “Hey, did you hear about the market crash in China and Japan?”
    “No,” Daren said, standing. “Why would I care? They are on the other side of the world.”
    “Ah, they own a lot of our debt.”
    Daren shrugged. “I know lots of people who don’t pay their debts. Hell, I can take you down to the credit department and show you the ones that don’t pay the credit cards we give out,” Daren said.
    Shocked at Daren’s answer, Nelson just took a sip of coffee. “See you online at ten,” Nelson said as he tilted his head back as Daren walked out. Nelson picked up his phone and told Mildred about the new signs. When he hung up, she scurried off to make one.
    Turning on his computer, Nelson could only find small, one or two-line stories about the Asian crash on the network sites. When he went to the alternative news sites, the boards were almost on fire with news. He read over the entries as his cellphone went off.
    Looking at the screen, he smiled at Michelle’s text. “Holy f**king shit and balls that’s bad.” He typed back that he agreed.
    “What do you think?” she typed back.
    “That we don’t need to type on cellphones what we think or will do.”
    “Oops, sorry. You are going to stop by and pick up the paychecks, right?”
    “It’s payday of course. See you tonight,” he typed then realized how paranoid that previous text sounded. “Shit, with our government spying on us more than terrorists, it’s not too paranoid,” he concluded out loud.
    The rest of the day went off without a hitch, and several times during the day, Nelson would turn to his computer and check on the markets. All the markets were holding steady, but on the alternate websites, all kinds of stories continued.
    Gathering up the test equipment, Nelson carried it out to his truck and was able to leave