New Business Model

A phone rang and Carly convulsed awake as if a hand had touched her shoulder from the back seat. She squinted and saw a BlackBerry chirping and buzzing on the console. She had lost her contact lenses. She was sitting in the passenger seat of a parked car on a deserted street she did not recognize. This was clearly a moment of reckoning.

The previous evening had been a mildly entertaining mix of clumsy, besotted frat boys. She found the whole affair refreshing compared to the normally staid assemblage of tight-assed, executive stiffs that were the norm for her. The climate of deregulation had been great for their business, which meant business had been good for her as well. But now her regulars had run afoul of their own clever schemes. Apparently everyone had to re-evaluate their business model in this economy. So she had abandoned the Gold Coast and arrived on the Greek scene in Evanston.

Thursday night at the Lambda Chi house had been quite lucrative. Free of the stress of the classes they hadn't dropped, the boys were free with their text-book refunds. She was about to call it a night when a couple pledges approached her. They only had twenty bucks between them, but all they wanted was to watch her suck on a jawbreaker for three or four minutes. She followed them to the kitchen and that was all she remembered.

She fumbled for her purse as a figure approached through the morning drizzle.

Seed words: afoul, arrive, rang, besotted, jawbreaker, deregulation, entertaining, reckoning, staid, stress

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