Chapter 17 - Page 250 - Trouble In Chicago

   Jim hesitated as he thought about what to do. Then he said, "Mister, get that forklift out of my way immediately, or I'll call your boss."

   The man laughed. "This just isn't your lucky day, driver," he said. "I am the boss."

   The man started to turn away, but noticed Jim punching numbers into his cell phone. The receiving department phone number was on Jim's shipping invoice, but that wasn't the number he called.

   "You're wasting your time, driver," the man said. "I'm not in my office to answer the phone."

   A voice on his cell phone said, "Jim Randell's office, how can I help you?"

   Jim didn't want the forklift driver to know who he was talking to, so he was careful how he communicated with the secretary. "Hello, could I speak to your boss, please?"

   "Could I ask who's calling?" the secretary asked.

   Jim spoke in a low voice. "This is Jim Brown."

   "Yes sir, Mr. Brown. I'll put you right through to him."

   While Jim waited for an answer, the forklift driver continued to gloat, thinking he had everything figured out. "I don't know who you think you're bluffing. My number is the only number you could possibly have."

   Jim didn't say anything. A new voice on the phone said, "Hello Jim, how's everything going?"

   "Not so well," Jim replied. "I need you down here at your receiving office immediately."

   "I'll be right there, Jim."

   Jim turned his phone off and put it away.

   The forklift driver wasn't worried at all. "You're a real nut case, driver," he said as he turned to walk away. "Talking to yourself on the phone."

   Moments later, Jim got out of his truck and walked back to the receiving dock. Rhasha and Shanha went with him. He looked around and spotted a little office he thought might be the receiving office. When the three of them entered the office, the gruff-voiced man screamed, "Get out of my office, now!"