Enter Stage Right
Arnie Workman was staring at himself in the reflective metal doors of the elevator as he rode it to the top. He straightened his tie while the elevator went up and up, courtesy of his silver key card. Past administration, in a floor known only as The Boardroom. Where men and women like him came to speak with the decrepit old man who claimed he was trying to save the world.
This was debatable, but Arnie Workman wasn’t here to debate with Doctor Koop. Instead, this time he came to update the one hundred-thirteen-year-old man rather than upset him with bad news. This time, bearing better news, he was not as on edge as his visit to the top of the tower the day before. When it finally stopped, Arnie watched his reflection split in two as the elevator doors opened.
Arnie saw
