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    “That’s what I’m talkin’ about baby!” Rocky says. He gives a final, triumphant thrust and accompanies it with a couple of ass slaps.

Twenty
     
    Michelle sets down a big bowl of pasta on the middle of the dinner table. Tom and Lisa are sitting down.
    “Is this whole grain?” Tom asks.
    “Yes, Mr. Health Conscious.”
    “And the pasta sauce is fat free?”
    “Uh-huh,” Michelle says.  “This dinner adheres to your new diet perfectly.”
    “Excellent. Thank you.”  He turns to Lisa.  “How was school today?”
    “Good,” Lisa says.
    “How’s the play coming along?”
    “Good.”
    “Are you doing your best? Going after what you want?” Michelle asks as she takes a seat at the table.
    “Let me tell you what I’m learning, Lisa, from my success coach.  It’s really quite interesting–“
    The doorbell rings, interrupting him.
    “I’ll get it,” Michelle says.
    Tom leans in toward Lisa.  “The most important thing is that if you want success, you’ve got to–“
    “Get down to business!” Rocky booms from the hallway.
    Michelle and Rocky appear in the doorway to the kitchen.
    Tom gets up from his chair.
    “Rocky? What are you doing here?”
    “We’ve got work to do, buddy!”
    “Tom,” Michelle says, a look of frustration on her face.
    “Uh, hey Rocky, we were about to eat,” Tom says.
    “Not him again,” Lisa whispers to her mother.
    Michelle offers without much enthusiasm, “Well, I guess we could set an extra place.”
    “No thanks, ma’am!” Rocky says.  “I’ve got to set up the war room. I’m thinking your den would be the best place, Tom, I’ll just get started while you finish up eating.”
    “War room?” Tom asks.
    “So that’s a no for dinner, then?” Michelle says.
    “That’s correct, Michelle,” Rocky says. “If you want to send up a pot of coffee at some point, we could use it. Looks like it may be an all-nighter.”
    “An all-nighter?” Tom looks at his watch.
    “That’s all right, go ahead and eat. I already had a Turbo Kale Juice. Feed the stomach, feed the brain!”
    He turns to leave.  “Okay, people. Eat! I’ll head up and get started. Tom, I expect you upstairs by 2100 hours, okay?”
    “Is that like...ten o’clock?”
    Lisa shrugs.
    Rocky goes up the stairs without answering.
    Tom, Lisa and Michelle all look at each other.  Michelle finally breaks the silence.
    “Well, I guess you’ve got to admire his enthusiasm.”
    “True.  But how did he know I have a den?”

Twenty-One
     
    Tom carries a pot of coffee and two cups into his den. He opens the door to reveal that Rocky has completely transformed the room. On one wall are giant pictures of people from Tom’s office: Morgan, Kelly, Dylan. There’s a blueprint of the office itself.
    On another wall is a series of pie charts and bar graphs. There’s also a giant eraser board and Rocky is going to town on it, writing formulas and words that resemble nothing more than gibberish to Tom.
    “Rocky, what the hell?” he says.
    Sutton writes furiously on the board. Then winds it up with a couple of intense punctuation marks.
    “Yes! Yes, motherfucker!”
    Tom jumps at the sound of the curse word.  “Hey, take it easy. Lisa’s asleep,” he says.
    Rocky holds up his hands.  “Sorry. I just get carried away sometimes.”
    Tom looks around the room.
    “I find that so hard to believe.”
    “We’ve got some work to do.”
    “But I worked all day.”
    “Hey, is that the attitude? What are you on, banker’s hours?”
    “I’m tired!”
    “You know what you need?” Rocky says.
    “A good nine hours of sleep. Drool on the pillow. Farting when I roll over.”
    “Sleep is for losers,” Rocky says.  “You need one thing. One very important thing at work. Leverage. And the best opportunity for you to get leverage is American Oil. You need to solve that American Oil problem and then you’ve got something to build on. Something