The Disciple And Other Stories Of The Paranormal - Plot & Excerpts
she said. “I can see that.” I could. The woman sitting across from me was bundled up like it was the dead of winter – parka, scarf, beret, earmuffs, gloves, and boots – yet she was still shivering. Admittedly, the air conditioning was blasting. Then again, it was the middle of summer in Phoenix, Arizona, meaning it was hotter than hell outside. But she’d come in dressed like this. “I know you can’t make it warmer.” “Nope. Not unless I want a small riot.” I might have been the boss, but when you’re running a successful firm, you aren’t doing it alone. I knew what would happen if I turned the A/C down. “I keep it on the warmer side, though. My girls prefer it that way.” Warmer, of course, meant it was cooling to 70 degrees instead of 64. But there was only so “warm” the men who worked for me could take. Higher or lower wouldn’t make for a happy staff, and they were more important than one client. “I’m sure you do. It’s not a problem. I’m used to it.”
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