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I’m Earl Foxx.” The smile the black teddy bear gives me is like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold, grey day: warm and giving me courage to go on. He looks like the family man everyone knows him to be and not like a successful business man with four businesses in town. My indulgence in his friendly gesture is rudely interrupted by Zondra.
    “Zondra Brennet. We all expected someone different. I do hope that you’ll be able to handle a project of this size and importance.” I’m surprised that she uses multi-syllabic words, since she’s speaking to me as if I’m four years old. I should’ve stayed stranded on the side of the road.
    “Is she your expert who will wave her wand and make this work?” George asks looking argumentatively at Mr Wall Street and then nods in my direction. “Is this little lady it?”
    I have been called a lot of things, but never little. I have been told that my energy levels make me appear taller than my hundred and seventy centimetres. And with my J Lo physique I would not call myself little.
    George and Zondra are now ganging up on Mr Wall Street and I let their arguments regarding my suitability for this job wash over me. Step number six: Don’t take things personally. I reach for my canvas bag and start unpacking while George continues his derogatory remarks that sound like the recording of cave-man gruntings.
    They’ve moved away from my competency and are now taking Mr Wall Street on about hiring me without their involvement. It seems like the argument is back to where it started just before I entered the room and is getting decidedly heated. Earl and Jeremy are the only ones not raising their voices at this moment and I make a note in the back of my head to find out more about them. It’s quite obvious that I won’t be getting much help from Zondra and George, but Earl and Jeremy might just make the next seven weeks manageable. I’ve finished unpacking the paraphernalia from my canvas bag and am now rummaging through my handbag. Aha! Found it!
    The shrill scream of the police whistle leaves startled looks and beautiful silence in its wake. I did violate rule number four: Don’t make any offensive sounds, but I successfully achieved rule number five: Always be in control. I stand for a moment and weigh my options, and then decide to go the whole hog.
    “I was told four days ago about your dilemma and reluctantly agreed to give up my holiday on an exotic island to take this on. I did not know that I was going to have to work with this.” Now I’m breaking all the rules. Sorry Bart. “I asked for a progress report on any and all arrangements for this festival and after three phone calls and no report I had to come here empty handed. The only information I had was a bunch on sketchy descriptions of the people I was going to work with. And that I received from my partner, Mr Cole. Now, who can give me the information that I requested four days ago?”
    “I’ve not been informed about your request, Ms Fields.” It’s Mr Wall Street speaking Ice language to me.
    “How is that possible? I spoke to your assistant several times on Thursday and Friday.”
    “Are you sure?” he asks.
    I turn away from the group and face Mr Wall Street full on. “Yes, I’m sure. Her name is Cynthia and she kept on promising to email me the progress report.”
    “That is not my assistant, Ms Fields.”
    “She’s my assistant and I’ll have a word with her about this.” Zondra aka Ms Venom breaks into our stare-down. I hear Earl mumble something under his breath that sounds similar to “go figure”, but I decide to not go into that direction and turn back to the four people around the table.
    “Well, that is all a moot point now. I had to come unprepared tonight and can’t even give you an estimate on what kind of subcontracting we would have to do. In order for me to give you a comprehensive plan, I need information on what’s been achieved so far, a mission statement if you have one,