The few people unfortunate enough to be working kept to themselves— even Mitch, Tori was pleased to note. The phone was satisfyingly silent. Kate’s cell phone battery must have died or something. Drawing on her notes and her memories of the atmosphere at Maguire’s, Tori came up with a few rough advertising ideas that she thought held real promise. She also assembled some ideas for an approach to the question of Place for her marketing plan. By early afternoon, she’d made enough progress that she felt justified in taking a break to do some research for Joan. She pulled up her favorite search engine. The screen displayed a multicolored logo, the cursor flashing in the search box. Fingers poised over the keyboard, Tori hesitated. Wedding gifts for groom. Her brain sent the signal to her fingers. But her heart supplied a different phrase. Find a person. The words appeared on the screen as though put there by someone else.
