The crowd fell quiet when the elder statesman entered. Every eye followed as the fifty-something strolled through the office breakroom.
“You’ve got to know how to speak to her,” he lectured his rapt co-workers.
He landed in front of the company’s lone vending machine, grinning.
“Coddle her, sweet talk to her, even flirt with her.”
He placed both his hands on her clear plexiglass front and closed his eyes. He curled his left hand tight and gave the machine an enthusiastic thump as the rogue bag fell harmlessly to the tray below.
“Only then will she reveal her innermost secrets.”
