what's going on?
we'll get you something classic. willy slocum's office.
willy? her tone makes him - and everyone else - turn.
god wants to see you.
who art on the eleventh floor. willy, startled, looks around. approving nods, raised eyebrows. he tightens his tie and heads for the elevators.
you okay?
sure.
you found it? beat.
oh: this came for you. he takes it, and as she leaves, checks the return address: wooton sims. willy grimaces, opens it. inside are an airline ticket to chicago - first class - and a handwritten note, on wooton sims stationery: we only win the favor of the gods by making a sacrifice see you tomorrow - nikki he stands in his empty office, considering the ticket and the note.