D as Devil, A as Axe, R as Rat

So, Rich raved on and on and I had no idea if his irritation ever came to an end.

“Rich! R-i-i-ich!” Linda tried to attract Rich’s attention, “I’d like you to meet Miss Klim, our new president! Rich Gustavsson, director of public relations.”

            “Oh,” Rich Gustavsson stopped short, paused for a second and muttered, “Eh . . . uh . . . n-nice to meet you.” It seemed that it was a real effort for Rich to carry on a polite conversation.

            “I’ve been just telling Miss Klim what a wonderful place AFM is,” Linda tried to take the edge off the situation.

“Oh, yeah!” Rich was very glad to get some help, “AFM is a wonderful place. Just exceptional. I love it! Once in a while I feel like killing someone around here, but, in general, I love it! Lo me gusta! Have you heard about my Blackberry, Miss Klim? Is this the way to do business?” Before Liza answered, Mr. Gustavsson was already walking away from them gesturing and complaining about something else.

            Linda sighed. “Some people just never change,” I read in Linda’s eyes. But Rich was worthy of being added to my mental database. I named him “The grumbling department.”

 “We are almost done, Miss Klim,” said Linda. The advertising department is next and, I believe, it’s the last one. This department is responsible for our product and service promotion. They publish brochures and flyers, work with national and international advertising agencies, engage in social media, and much more. Ms. Bebbie Darson, the advertising coordinator, will be happy to tell you everything about their operations.”

We caught Bebbie Darson talking on the phone in her cubicle. Actually, “talking” was too mild of a word. Bebbie was screaming. “If you touch my ads, I’ll chop your hands off - no one touches my ads but me and only me! Are we clear on that?!” Bebbie noticed me and Linda at the cubicle entrance, waved to us with a smile and a second later she was already screaming again in the receiver: “It is I who decides when changes are appropriate! I, Bebbie Darson!  Darson! D as Devil, A as Axe, R as Rat . . . ” I did not hear the rest as Linda hastily pulled me away from Bebbie’s cubicle.