Jpg The Salesman

     "Mz. Jackson will 1 see you now," an attractive receptionist said 1 while ushering him into the inner sanctum. "I've 1 never met you boss," Ham 1 said easily as they made their way to the 140inchplusfullminute far end of a jpg long corridor, "what's she jpg like.?." The receptionist 140inchplusfullminute pause outside of Mz. Jackson's 1 office and whispered, "Well, she seems pretty tough, but so far, all the salesmen seem to have come out of her office 1 with smiles on their faces." "I guess 1 that's a good sign," Ham replied as 140inchplusfullminute the heavy door 1 open and he 1 entered the large plush office of Bobbi Jackson. "I'm Hampton Rogers," he said while extending his hand, "I 1'm glad to meet you, Mz. Jackson." She stood 140inchplusfullminute up and reached across her minute massive 1 desk, took his hand, and replied evenly, "Same 1 here, Mr. Rogers, please, have 1 a chair." Ham sat down in one of the three chairs jpg encircling the front 1 of the big desk and offered, "You 140inchplusfullminute don 1't know how long I've tried getting this appointment ." "I think I've got and idea 140inchplusfullminute," she replied dryly, "my predecessor had his hand in the 140inchplusfullminute till so to speak, and 140inchplusfullminute believe me Mr. Rogers, we're really sorry that it's taken us 1 this 140inchplusfullminute long to ferret out the problem." "No apology 140inchplusfullminute necessary ," Ham said easily, "and please, call me 1 Ham, all of my friends do." "Okay, Ham," she 140inchplusfullminute replied, "let's get 1 down to business, what have 1 you got for me today.?."