darmn media
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"Bluesky is offering us a tender?"I ask in utter surprise.I didn't figure it would get this good.I see a broad smile curve on Mathews lips.I can almost see his last tooth as he walks from his seat to where I stand.I put Nick on speaker.
"That what they said.I think we will have to empty our main warehouse.Otherwise we may not be able to meet the new demand."Nick says.
"It's not your work to advise me on what to do.Now keep the clients patient until I get there."
Mathews suddenly embraces me in an awkward hug.
"You did it Ray!You did it!"He whispers patting my back."I can't believe it.Bluesky international?"
"Yeah ! And thats not all.There are a number of other clients waiting at my office.Which is why I have to go."I say pulling away.Mathew takes off his jacket as he walks back to his seat I imagine it's suddenly hot.
"See you later.And remember not to tell anyone about what I did."I say walking to the door.
"Your secret is safe with me."He answers and I leave his office.I make a quick stop at the bank while on my way to work.Remember I had promised a lady named Rebbeca that I will pay for her brother's treatment?That means I need to send her a cheque so I can fulfill my promise Even though she may not have held her end of the deal.May be she gulped down bottles of alcohol the moment I left the bar.I don't know why that conserns me.Iam having this strange feeling again.One I often had during my teenage years.I kept worrying sick about the Ray family withdrawing their love for me.I only realized it wouldn't happen when they sold their land to pay for my college fee.The only difference between then and now is that I'm not longer a tormented teenager and I barely know the person Iam worrying about.
All my thoughts and sick feelings disappear the moment I arrive at work.Seems Nick had left something unsaid when he had called me.The whole place is swarming with media reporters.They are at every entrance,Exit and around every visible worker.They are obviously trying to dig answers from poor workers who have no clue what actually took place.I wonder what exactly they are asking some workers whose only work is to sweep floors and know absolutely nothing about how the company runs.
My phone rings lound beside me.Thank God I hadn't stepped out of my car or I would have attracted the attention of the mass of reporters whom I'm yet to figure out how I will deal with them.I had expected the caller to be Nick but it turns out to be Mathews.
"Mathews' what is it?"I ask when I pick the call.
"There are so many media reporters at my door.I don't know what to tell them."Mathews reaply sounding scared like media are some kind of predator and he is the prey.
"Tell them you don't know."
"What about the advertisements you advised us to use? You know they will ask about them."
"They were just advertisement.Tell them that."
"This is going to be hard."
"Just tell them that you are baffled as they are."I advise.
"Easier said than done."He says.I hang up.
I take time to think over what answers I will give to the reaporters when I step out.I wish I can teleport.Wouldn't it be cool if I were able to magically dissaper and reappears inside my office?
After five minutes of considering my answers,I realize there is no way I can guess all they will ask.So I step out hoping they won't ask the hard question.The moment I show myself,the reporters and their cameras rush towards me.By the time I meet the first microphone,I realize my heart is racing.I Tay three gulps of air then force a smile.
"You are mister Ray, right?"A lady in a white skirt suit ask holding her microphone really close to my mouth.I simply give a nod.A broad smile appears on her face more and more reaporters sorround me and their microphones and camera almost blind me.Then there are so many of them shooting questions at the same time.
"Dr.Ferguson appeared at his memorial with bottle of Greenstar.Do you have any explanation how that happened?"
"Why is greenstar the ultimate drink for legends?"
"Who created Greenstar's advertisements?"
"How much do you know about lengends,Mr.Ray?"
"Do you believe a ghost of Dr.Ferguson promoted your product?"
"How old are you Mr.Ray?"
"Do you believe a ghost of Dr.Ferguson promoted your product?"
"How old are you Mr.Ray?"
Question flow from all directions.I can't decide which to answer first.They are asking my age too?Damn media!Then they ask my weight and health status after that maybe.They quiet down when they notice that I have not answered any of their questions.I take that chance to speak.
"I'm stunned by what happened yesterday as everyone else is.Acctually, yesterday evening I had to call a friend to verify what I was seeing on my television was real or I was hallucinating."
"Does that mean you believe that Dr.Ferguson ghost was real?"A male reporter in deep blue suit ask.
"I believe what I saw on T.V"I answer.
"what makes Greenstar a legendary drink?"A woman closest to me asks.All the rest wait to hear my answer.Honestly,I had hoped that they won't ask that question.But now I have to come up with a good answer.
"I believe we all agree that Greenstar is an awesome drink?"I say and they all nod and smile."What makes it a legendary drink,I cannot share that.The secret behind it is the one thing that makes it special.It wouldn't be fair if you ask me to share that with everyone including our competitors,Now if you will excuse me I have a meeting to attend."I say and Start to push my way between them.More questions are shouted but I ignore them.Some reporters even fall back in track with me.Once I get through the first entrance, they are forced to let go.
At the reception ,the large space is overcrowded.Even the seats that have never been fully occupied aren't enough now.Those seated leap to their feet the minute they spot me.I find myself myself in the same situation I have excaped outside.
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