Glickman is there and cranky.

The door shut behind them, and Jonny looked around in the cavernous room. “Wow,” he said, surprised at how his voice echoed a bit in the room. The floor was solid marble. The walls were lined with various awards and pictures of Glickman with famous people—some clients, some just other heavy-hitters in various industries. “Quite a place this dude’s got,” Jonny commented. “You should see his house,” Lisa said.

“LISA!” came a sudden bellow from the other end of the room. The two suddenly turned in the direction of the noise. From the other side of the very large room, there came a very rotund man with a face as red as a nice, ripe apple. He was only about five feet nine inches tall, but he probably weighed three hundred pounds. He had a big, bulging belly that his very nice suit struggled to contain. It jiggled and shook as he walked. He had no hair left, and his face was adorned with a hefty double chin that almost made it look like every word he spoke was said twice. A man of his girth struggled to get about, but he did waddle with a purpose. “LISA! God dammit! Why would you do this to me?! I was gonna put you second chair when the trial came around, you bitch! Now I have to find somebody else! What the fuck are you thinking?!” he screamed.

Lisa just looked in Jonny’s direction. Jonny eyed the man for a moment. “So . . . when you said he was ‘big’ you actually meant—“ and Jonny held his hands out from his body as though to indicate obesity. Lisa just nodded. The man suddenly looked at Jonny, and then he looked back to Lisa. “Who the fuck is this?! Is this fucking bring you kid to fucking work day?!”

Jonny had heard enough. He snapped his fingers, and suddenly, Glickman’s mouth snapped shut. The man tried to continue his tirade, but his mouth simply would not open. His face got redder and redder, and sweat began to pour down his plump form; he knew something was seriously wrong. Jonny moved his hand in a generally upward motion, and with it Glickman’s fat body—all three hundred pounds of it—simply levitated off the floor and about five feet into the air. There he stayed, suspended in mid-air, as Jonny slowly walked a few feet away, grabbed a chair, and brought it back with him to sit down. “Stan, Stan, Stan,” Jonny began in a voice of mock disappointment, “May I call you Stan? Is that cool? Well . . . in any event, Stan it is,” he said as he folded his hands in his lap thoughtfully. “You know, I’ve known Lisa for only about a day now, but, well, she and I are quite close,” Jonny said. He glanced at Lisa, who beamed with pride. “So when I hear you talk about her like that . . . see, well, I don’t like that, so do you suppose you could knock that off?” Jonny asked politely.

Glickman looked on, suspended in mid-air and in terror, unable to move in any way Jonny did not let him move. He nodded furiously. Jonny smiled. “Good!” he said with a broad smile, “see I’ve always thought that reasonable men like ourselves could come to workable arrangements if everybody just comes into the negotiation with a level head, don’t you agree, Stan?” He nodded as furiously as he could yet again.

“See, progress already!” Jonny yelled happily. “Come with me, Stan,” Jonny instructed as he stood. He walked in the direction of a door at the other end of the office. Stan’s suspended, dough-like body followed as if tethered to Jonny but still suspended in mid-air. Lisa followed too. Jonny emerged from the room on to a grand roof-top patio. He looked out upon the grand city from high above it. The wind at this altitude was quite gusty. “Nice view, Stan,” Jonny commented. The suspended man tried to contain himself, but being stuck in mid-air at the very top of a skyscraper that was itself over 1,300 feet above the city made that difficult. “What a view,” Jonny said, “could I see the Warehouse from here if I looked? Never mind. Stan, I know you’re distracted at the moment, but I’m really going to need you to stay sharp and stay with me for a few minutes. Can you do that?” Jonny said as he turned to face the still-suspended and still-mute Stan, who nodded yes as tears flowed down from his eyes. “Splendid!” Jonny exclaimed.

“You see, Stan, I admire men like you. I do, really I do. You decide what you want in the world, and then you go get it. I like that kind of spunk. One does not see it often, so I know a go-getter when I actually do see one, and you’re a go-getter, Stan,” Jonny said as he sat on an ornate bench perched upon the roof. “The thing about go-getters, though, is what happens when they’ve gotten what they were going for . . . it’s a sad thing, Stan, really it is. See, people start out young and strong and determined and hungry. They want to make something of themselves—do something big! But the, alas, they actually pull it off . . . “ Jonny said, a note of sadness in his voice.

He looked up at Glickman, who was terrified out of his fat little body but trying to seem to be listening intently. Jonny stood. He waived his hand, and Glickman was lowered slowly to within a foot or two of the ground. Jonny got close enough to hear the fat man whimper. “And they become YOU!” Jonny said, poking his finger angrily into the man’s chest. “You’ve got all the money you want . . . all the power you could reasonably ask for, and you’ve got that sexy, slutty secretary out front! Do you know how many men would kill for your life?! “ Jonny screamed. He took a couple steps back and calmed down.