I can barely breathe from the heaviness of his angry voice choking me. ‘I’m just walking,’ she says continuing to do just that. The car creeps s...lowly behind her. ‘You’re Streetwalking!’ ‘No!’ She yells back and I’m stuck in the middle. He parks the car and jumps out. I don’t stop him as he quickly wrestles the girl into the back seat. When he continues to drive I decide to speak. ‘You didn’t have to do that,’ I say in a whisper. He ignores me driving toward the highway exit. Off the highway. ? This was not the mother of thetwo year old son which she knew she would never again see.? ?This22 year old woman was sultry, lithe, and alive as she had never been.? She put her leg down, her twenty minute longroutine at an end.? With sweat drippingoff of her nose, hands, and legs, she walked wearily but confidently from thestage.?? Many of the men were clappingand yelling while a few wrote something down or made voice notes into taperecorders and cell phones.? She hopedthey were writing good. "This is a special place," the taxi driver said. He sounded almost awed. "Can you feel it?"There was an odd feeling to the place, Fowler thought. His hairs were standing on end as if he'd just walked into a field of static electricity. It was a little weird. He was also surprised to find he felt a little turned on as well. Maybe the excitement was getting to him. Maybe he needed to get laid more than he'd originally thought.The taxi driver opened the door at the end of the corridor and the. It seemed to him that they were all self-involved. Extending a hand, he said, “I’m Mike Harrington. I’m pleased to meet you, Jerry Smith.”Jerry shook the man’s hand and replied, “It’s nice to meet you and I’m sorry for being late.”“Come onto the conference room. The rest of the executive team is waiting to meet you,” said Mike.The elderly man led the way through a pair of polished wooden double doors. As he headed towards the double doors, Jerry noticed an interior waterfall hanging on the wall.