Now that the last of the office holiday parties are over and the confetti and booze bottle are finally cleaned up, I can get back to writing the events of the office. Kind of boring, actually, even with Phillip's murder.
Gus Aituro is spending most of his time as CEO doing anything else but Spaulding. He's convinced himself that Harley is not only innocent of Harley's murder but any other person who was not in his sight the exact second Phillip was meeting the bullet must have something to do with it. When he is in the office, he's walking around all the offices asking people "So…where were you the night Phillip was killed?"
This has led to a fun game around the office, of which Gus is completely naïve. When he questions a person, we say, "You know, I was at such-in-such, but come to think of it, Jimmy Baren in Marketing came to the office the next morning looking pretty scruffy and angry. Maybe you should ask him." So Gus, being the idiot he was born to be, heads over to Marketing to question Jimmy. So then Jimmy has to spend about a half-hour convincing Gus that he doesn't know anything. At the end of it, Jim will say, "Well, now you know I didn't do it, but come to think of it, Judy Kaufman was acting funny the next morning…" And so on and so on. This has been happening for weeks now. The fun part is trying to guess who sent Gus to you. Gus came to my desk looking for answers twice. Tee hee, I have such fun playing with his head.
I think Bobby Fremont's finally going to get his wish granted and is about to get fired. When someone directed Gus in his direction as part of the game, Bobby got cranky and threatened Gus with his sword. It's a plastic sword with the words "Xena: always getting her man," on it, but it can look pretty intimidating in a certain light. Okay, no light.
Meanwhile, Gus and Alan are having a fight. Gus came to my desk while Alan was standing right next to me and Alan made a grimace. "Ms. Rinsler, could you please tell Gus that since he missed his meeting with the board that perhaps he should take the time to remember that I'm not going to see him."
"Gus," I said, "He says to buzz off 'cause he's miffied about the meeting you missed."
"Well, Ms. Rinsler, could you please tell him that I'm not going to stop until I find Phillip's real killer, whoever it may be."
"Mr. Spaulding," I said to Alan, "Gus says that Phillip came to him in a dream and told him where he stashed all his buried treasure."
"Well, Ms. Rinsler," said Alan, "Could you please tell Gus that dream or no dream, a meeting is a meeting and he has obligations. And where exactly did Phillip leave the money?"
"Gus," I turned to Gus, "Alan says that if you run around the building five times, he'll agree that Harley's innocent and help you."
"Really?" asked Gus.
"Oh yeah," I said.
Gus took off running.
"What did he say?" asked Alan.
"He said he's going off to find the treasure without you. You know, I bet if you chased after him you'd find it."
Alan took off running after Gus.
Yeah, this is about the third time I've had to relay messages between them when they're standing about three feet away from each other. This of course means that I'm going to have to make laxative-brownies again.