Triggers11 Charlotte leaned forward at the small table, concern wrinkling her face. “Do you think she would be able to introduce me to her fiancée, or possib”, she stopped, startled by the small beeping of the watch alarm, at exactly nine in the morning. Charlotte slowly lifted her chin, eyes glassy and fixed. She stood, not caring to wipe the wrinkles from her expensive business skirt. Once fully standing, she turned and walked toward the counter. Amy looked at Kristen, and mouthed the word “uh oh”, and bounced up, scooting the wrought iron with a screech. She pivoted on her heel, and was beside the strangely acting business lady. Without asking, Charlotte picked up the receiver of the phone, and dialed. The number glowed in the window, stored into memory as she hit the green send button. She raised the phone to her ear, her head unmoving, eyes staring blankly out the window. Kristen and Amy were writing down the phone number, and the conversation, as Kristen hit the intercom button on the body of the cordless phone. The ringing was loud, till a small click was heard, then generic industrial music ground out from the speaker. “Thank you for calling Blueblood Marketing Research, this is Doctor Lewis.” Amy and Kristen gasped. Charlotte spoke easily as if making just another business deal. “Hello, this is Charlotte, I was calling about a purchase.” The music got a little louder. “Charlotte. Yes. We have a lunch appointment at my apartment. Nothing special, just another sales pitch. Let the background music lift you, erase you, blank you, blank, blank. You need to pee Charlotte. Go take care of that, and while you are there, put on your MP3 player and listen to song 5.” Charlotte hung up the phone, and pulled a small silver MP3 player from her handbag, earphones just a wad of wire and small black buds. Amy ran for the bathroom, to wait there, while Kristen ran upstairs to Andy’s old office, to retrieve some mental conditioning equipment. Kristen had studied a little about its usage in her advanced psychology courses, but she was at last about to put her knowledge to the test. By the time she got back down the steps, Charlotte had finally meandered back to the bathroom. As the two ladies entered the spacious bathroom, joining Amy who sat on the cabinet sink, the front doorbells clanged and jangled.