I looked at the world through my eyes like I had always done but from a different perspective. Tonia's office was the same, a spacious square cubicle with a lead brown door, a mahogany-finished wooden desk, and a matching swivel chair. In the left hand corner, a potted green plant, of course, artificial but quite realistic, was exhibited in a huge oriental vase. Cabinets with files occupied the right-hand corner. Tonia was in the middle, slightly blocking my view of the desk. And she was looking at me with a curious expression on her face. Then I heard Joseph the Mightier say something like this:
"She is aware of my presence."
"And I hear you as well." Tonia bowed graciously and said something, her hand still on my chest.
"Greetings, sir," I say.
My hand was moving at a faster rate tha
