"Mr. Hartmuskel? I'm Cal, Callisthene Manotis, Ms. Wonka's EA, and she's expecting you. I'll take you up to the conference room," said the young guy in his 20s, well dressed in a tailored three-piece chalkstripe navy blue suit. It wasn't the suit so much that grabbed Erick's attention though, as the man which it was covering. Cal looked like a Greek version of Erick - black curly hair where Erick's was blonde, olive skin where Erick's was slightly tan - but the same height, the same lean body, the same heavy pecs, the same sinewy hands. Erick wasn't sure what he'd expected in an EA in a chocolate factory, but this look-alike certainly wasn't it.
Cal held out his hand to shake, and Erick took it, then squeezed. Cal squeezed back, grinning, so Eric took the initiative and squeezed hard, only to have Cal squeeze back equally, still grinning. Impressed by his doppelganger, Erick replied in a brisk tone, "Right. I'm glad to be here. Let's get on."
Cal turned and led the visitor deep into the bowels of the plant, past windows through which Erick could watch machinery and workers toiling at chocolate production. Erick's attention was split between the lean hardbody before him and the endless motion outside the windows. Erick felt instinctly that, whatever 'Wilma' might turn out to be like, he could do business with Cal...
Cal led Erick into an elevator - spacious and glass-sided - and into a boardroom with a panoramic view of the factory interior. There...
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