<div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Paul Raike</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3727041#msg3727041) - <strong>Penthouse</strong> - <em>Talking to Aline</em></div><br/>Paul headed down the hallway slowly as the elevator doors shut behind him; the only door open near the end of the hallway, where it turned deeper into the building. The smell of bacon teased his nostrils as he walked forward curiously, and his stomach lodged a complaint with management in response at the oatmeal breakfast he'd had before setting out and the peach he'd had at the halfway point. It seemed a good idea at the time, but now he found his mouth watering at the smell.<em>I'll compromise with you,</em>he told his stomach.<em>Bacon for breakfast tomorrow.</em><br/><br/>He looked at his watch. 8:49AM. He had no idea if he was early or late, but he figured the smell indicated she was already awake, which was a very good sign. The absolute last thing he wanted to do was walk in on his boss during her morning routine. He glanced in the open door of her office as he passed it, to find his boss curled up on the couch in a robe and fuzzy slippers. "Oh, Good morning," he said, reversing his steps and standing at the door expectantly. "Photo shoot with..." he pulled the piece of paper from his pocket to check the names. "Avarice and Matilda Olava Haraldsen? What do you need?" Suddenly it was all business, and he could feel himself relaxing as he started a checklist of probable tasks -- setting up tripods and lights, preparing flash boxes, and so on.