Mrs Schwanzlutscher

It was Arielle. "Sir, we've got a situation. Its the Perspecs account".

"What's up?"

"They're in the office. Mrs Schwanzlutscher and her assistant. They're saying they want to cancel their account with us. Our advertising campaign hasn't generated the sales they were expecting. What should I do?"

"I'm on my way. Don't let them leave till I get there".

Shit thought Isaac. This is no joke. The perspecs account was one of their biggest and had been around for donkeys. They were one of the main quiet accounts that were in effect bankrolling the agency without really demanding much in return. How hard could it be to advertise spectacles thought Isaac You basically take pictures of pretty people wearing them and you're done. Oh well. If he could catch them back at the agency he was sure he could talk them round.

Isaac stared at his phone for a few seconds then snapped back to life and got to his feet. He should get back as quickly as he could. Even as he moved to the door though, he could see the waitress hesitantly start to approach him. Good, he acknowledged to himself. He looked forward to meeting her back at the office soon.

When he burst into the office doors, two women were just about heading out. One of them was a fairly mature blonde. Mature was perhaps being generous. Elderly would have been closer. Her dress sense however was anything but. She wore a dress that screamed - Princess-party! (or perhaps evil stepmother) However her demeanour appeared serious.

Isaac wondered if her dress sense had been dictated to her by his Great Uncle. He suspected it had. With her, a younger woman, barely 18, was dressed similarly. For her too, the dress was much too young in appearance.

Isaac all but tackled them to the ground. Standing, blocking the doorway, he held his hands up. "You must be Mrs Schwanzlutscher! I'm so glad I finally got a chance to meet you! he exclaimed to the tall middle aged blonde woman who looked at him dubiously. She looked him up and down with disdain obviously considering whether to bother replying. Isaac disregarded that and completely ignored the younger Asian woman at her side. "I've heard so much about you. You're the company's favorite clients!"

Isaac wondered how long they had been there and whether it was necessary for him to actually be present in the office for the process to take place. However he knew he had to keep the clock ticking along and keep them there. He babbled inanely standing in front of the doorway, making sure that they couldn't interrupt him and leave, "and your hair is so lovely too! They never told me. I'm so glad to finally see you" Isaac continued to babble for as long as he could, almost without taking a breath, trying desperately to stop them from leaving.

"Mr Howard," said the elderly woman interrupting with surprising authority, "I'm sure there are many reasons why we are not receiving the service we are accustomed to but I am not interested. As I've been patiently explaining to your staff, it is clearly in the best interests of our firm to take our account elsewhere. She proceeded to take a circular route past Isaac.

"Stop!" he exclaimed, panicking that they were getting away before whatever mojo was in this place could affect them.

Mrs Schwanzlutscher and her assistant paused and turned to look at him to see what he was going to say next. "Yes?" asked the older woman in a tone that indicated he should hurry.

The important thing, Isaac realized quickly was that when he said Stop!, they stopped. He started to grin.

"You forgot something",

The Perspecs women didn't reply but merely waited, unimpressed, to see what he was going to say.

"You forgot", clarified Isaac, "to suck my dick before you leave".