The distracted man unknowingly picked up the remote and snapped it into two. Suddenly the door opened, and Crystal stood in the doorway, an angry glare on her face. Williams looked down at the c*****e at his fingertips.
“Oops,” he said shamefully.
Crystal walked over, carrying a strange-looking doll and placed it onto the desk. Williams looked at the ugly looking thing, then at Crystal.
“What the hell is this, my dear?” he asked with a panicked look, almost afraid to touch it.
Crystal picked it up and pulled the head off it. “It’s called a stress doll. It’s cheaper than a remote, and you can put a face on it.” She pointed to the small plastic window where the face should be. Williams picked it up and pulled off its arms and then smiled.
“My dear, what would I do without you?” he said
