Energy creates energy. It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich. Sarah Bernhardt Startled by that reminder, Trisha inquired softly, "Do you suppose he's in the wrong room?" * "It's a distinct possibility, but didn't he turn in a regista-tion form when he paid his fee?" Trisha checked through the stack of papers on the desk, certain she would recognize his scrawl. "Yes, his is here. His name's Jesse, Jesse James." "Oh wonderful, a cowboy with a sense of humor. Sounds like he's just your type." Aubrey turned away as Trisha's grin widened. She scanned the room hurriedly to make certain they had set up enough chairs. The Pasadena Civic was a gloriously ornate auditorium from which the Emmy and Grammy Award shows were televised but the stark meeting rooms in the east wing possessed the hollow charm of an aircraft hangar. Aubrey made a mental note never to book another seminar in a location so lacking in ambience. Then, after clearing her throat, she began an enthusiastic greeting.
