The end of last week was spent getting ready for the annual meeting of *ominous music* The Board.  Claudia and the girls spit and polished the whole building.  All I had to do was make sure I ordered sweet potatoes, Mr. Gothard's favorite food.  I almost didn't see him at all because *ominous music* The Board spent most of their time in the second floor conference room and I spent most of my time in the kitchen.  Most everybody heaved a collective sigh of relief when *ominous music* The Board left, but I had barely noticed they were here since I had just continued to do my job as usual.

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Real gold fears no fire.