Let me guess. Raising money, pro bono, for juvenile diabetes?
The only time, young lady, youll hear the phrase pro bono around this office is if someone is expressing a favorable opinion of an Irish rock star. No, I was doing talking points. For our Brazilian client.
The one who wants to relocate the Indian tribe to make room for the gold mine?
Uh-hum. Were you aware that in 1913, this same tribeI cant pronounce the namekilled two Mormon missionaries?
Well, in that case, obviously they deserve whatever they get.
Terry frowned at the screen. I know, needs work. Maybe if they fed them to piranhas or something. Ill massage it. Want to get a pop? Defaming indigenous people always makes me thirsty.
Ordinarily, Cass loved going out for a drink with Terry. Listening to his war stories about defending the tobacco industry with Nick Naylor.
Cant tonight. Gotta go back and blog.
?Gotta go back and blog.? Terry shook his head. Im offering martinis and mentoring. But if you want to go home and blog . . . He looked at Cass with his kind uncle expression. Excuse me for asking, but do you by any chance have a life?
Its important, what I do.
I didnt say it wasnt. He reached out and typed. Onto the screen came the blogs home page.
How many hours did it take to come up with that acronym?
I know, bit of a mouthful.
She was a goddess of something.
Daughter of the king of Troy. She warned that the city would fall to the Greeks. They ignored her.
And? What happened?
Youre kidding, right?
Just educate me.
Troy fell. It was on the news last night. Cassandra was raped. By Ajax the lesser.
Is that why they called the other one Ajax the major? He wasnt a rapist.
Whatever. She was taken back to Greece by Agamemnonyou remember him, right?as a concubine. They were both killed by his wife, Clytemnestra. In revenge for his sacrificing her daughter, Electra.
A heartwarming story. No wonder Greeks look unhappy.
Cassandra is sort of a metaphor for catastrophe prediction. This is me. Its what I do. During my downtime. When Im not media-training our wonderful clients.
Its none of my business
Whenever you say, Its none of my business, I know Im in for a five-minute lecture.
Just listen. Your generation, youre incapable of listening. Its from growing up with iPods in your ears. I was going to say, Kid, youre young, youre attractiveyoure very attractive. You should be out, you know, getting . . .you know . . .
Laid? Thank you. Thats so nurturing.
You look so, I dont know, oppressed. You work your butt off hereby the way, Im giving you a bonus for the Japanese whaler account, good work, sales of whale meat in Tokyo are up six percentand then you go home and stay up all night blogging with people who look like the Unabomber. Its not healthy.
No. Instead of staring at a computer screen all night and railing against the government and shrieking that the sky is falling, you should be out exchanging bodily fluids and viruses with the rest of your generation.
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