The Fortune Cookie

Tony grew angry. He sat in the back of his limousine, waiting for the light to change. Tonight was the dinner meeting, it was Tony's night and nothing was going to interfere with his promotion.

"Calm down, Tony," said the eloquent woman. Staring at him crossly, she became more and more irritated with his behavior.

"This is a make or break moment, Crystal," Tony shot back.

She laughed snottily and replied, "Oh, Tony, everything is always a make or break moment for you, just be calm."

Attempting to relax, Tony sat back quietly.
Chinese. His mind went to the delicious meal he would dine upon at the Dragon Palace. At

the thought of tender duck lathered in butter and seasonings, his mouth began to salivate; he could even taste the grains of white rice drenched in red sauce.

Tony was brought away from his thoughts, as the limo driver spoke sternly, "Sir, we are pulling into the parking lot."

"What? Oh, good, good," Tony said, as he sat up straight like a giddy child on Christmas morning.

Tony and Crystal were escorted from the vehicle by Dragon Palace employees. Crystal wore a white dress gown embedded with specks of diamonds, her blonde hair sat up in a bun, and her glossy emerald eyes scanned the crowded room as she smirked delightfully.