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The Negotiator
She walks in the room with courage swinging in her bag, she looked so cool and had nothing significant to lose, her high heels made her look proud and she weather the storm without a doubt she just has a knack for everything and she knows how to conquer the difficult things.
The morning is set and she has got to defeat the mission of death; the men in the room are shrewd and she can adjust to nullify their mood, she had never done this before but she was bound to win when she walked through the door, the stakes were high but she was convinced that mission would not die.
The meeting started with a bang with powerful men of valor shouting across the table from each other, they started the agenda with one thing in, mind and that was to complete the negotiation without a dime.
They never get anything done because they are looking too much into the sun; they spend five hours talking over one another and never get to the root of the matter.
She sits quietly at the back of the room, penetrating the furious twelve at the top, she studies the movement and rhythm of their body and focuses on the movement of the blood in their ventricle.
She could wrap them up in seconds because she knows where their money stands, she knows them by their countenance and knows where their money lands.
She has analyzed the bribers and the conspirators and the difficult ones that walk in their own pride was dancing around the stage.
The truth talkers and the deniers she knows well and she knows what the whispers tells the escorts ladies in their ears when they take them to be, and she knows that the procrastinator density is carved out in the bottom of the well.
She knows them in and out and she knows the time when they expect to shout and the argument rest in a balance and room became silent.
She moved from the back of the room and sits in a chair at the front and stare straight into the barrel of the gun and sum them up one by one. She knew what each of them want and so she gave them a piece of paper to write out their wants in one sentence and take five minutes to think about it and say how they were going to achieve it.
Twelve head's floats in the air with just one sentence to solve their innate ambitions; it was impossible to meet all the conditions, so she combine them all in one in sixty seconds and read it back to them and the deal was done.
The negotiation was complete and the jubilant people starts dancing in the street. They looked at each other in awe trying to process it and they are amazed at her wit.
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Christine Phillips
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