Every hour without fail the pipe, flooded full to bursting with hundreds of gallons of pure shit, was blasted through with compressed air to loosen an...y blockages, and it was due any minute. With his hand on the pipe, he could feel the rumble building up. Like a steam train shooting through a tunnel, his whole body felt the vibrations from the pressure as the pipe strained to contain its cargo. The old pipes were Victorian and would not take much to fracture, which was exactly what he had hoped. They passed his office and instead went in a small interior room a short distance away. The room had a metal desk with a computer monitor on it as well as two chairs. One was a roller and sat behind the desk while the one in front was battered and rested on four legs. The carpet was worn and stained and there were many scuff marks on the walls which obviously hadn’t been painted in a long time. If anything this room felt even colder to Kim who wished she was wearing something that covered her. Sure enough, once she was seated he sat opposite her so that he would have aview of her legs. ?Men are so easyto read and manipulate,? she thought to herself. He poured forboth of them. Opium liked her coffee strong and black. ?The papersshould be ready for signature in a few minutes,? he smiled at her as headjusted his position slightly to get an even better view of her legs. Opium had knownBob Charles for four or five years, ever since he had taken over as manager ofthe Australian subsidiary. Ed wasn’t actually working at the company on regular basis although he did facilitate the interactions with Daimler Plastics and did reach out to others for sales. They were owners and not employees. It made a difference in how they viewed the company.Ed said, “I guess we should get this meeting underway.”Janet picked up a pad of paper and a pen to take notes. Her secretary would type up the notes later to form a quarterly report. She looked up and said, “I’m ready.”“Same here,” Dexter said.Ed.