Demonstration

"Why don't you join me up here Doug. Your peers could benefit from a live demonstration of my techniques."

You don't have to tell Doug twice. This tall, Nordic blonde with her "may I speak to the manager haircut" was begging to get some of that ice chipped off her heart! He bounds up next to her in about two seconds and his grin is infectious.

"Alright Doug. First and foremost my sessions begin simply. Introduce yourself and styenwhy you are here."

"I'm Doug and I'm here to get exhausted."

There's even more chuckles this time. The class clearly sees the stern outer appearance hides and incapable beaurocrat with no real authority. She waves her hand at them to quiet down.

"That's two. Next the employee reaches across the desk and places their forearms flat on its surface."

The reality of this still hasn't dawned on poor Doug as he reaches across the desk, facing the class. He's still smiling as Beatrice digs around for her purse. What everyone else sees causes a sharp intake of breath and Doug stupidly looks over his shoulder. Swiftly her hand grabs under his chin and pushes his cheeks into his teeth, leaving him with a fish face appearance.

"I did not tell you to look back. Try it again and it will be your third strike. You do not want a third strike. Now if you would all turn your attention to..."