The thought is made, and it is done. Everyone at the party suddenly remembers important appointments and leaves in a rush. Just for grins, you inspire those two little bitches upstairs to spend the next day spring-cleaning your apartment, and never to even consider having a party again.
Driving into work is a breeze as the usually jammed L.A. traffic parts for you at every turn and lane change. You drive up to 80 miles an hour on the freeway and the cops just wave as you go by. You arrive at work at the same time as the President of the firm, who graciously offers you his parking space.
You stroll into the building with "shields off" enjoying the attention from everyone that you pass. By the time you arrive at your desk, you've actually picked up quite a following, mostly women, unable to bear leaving without another look at you. Since the men don't do anything for you anymore, you send them away, and chat with the girls for a while, making small talk. Most of them had never even spoken to you before, and now they're falling all over themselves to be near you.
This is what your boss, Ms. Hayes, discovers when she walks in.
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