Dave walks to the elevator on his floor, presses the DOWN button, steps back about six feet, relaxes into his comfortable asymmetrical posture and waits. Again he thinks of Joanne laughing on the Spanish coast and feels his face reflexively pull into his good Dominant Face. He thinks of the words Money Memory and he starts to break into a smile, but he suppresses it.
The elevator door opens revealing two boys and a girl, all in their late teens. They move to the left side of the elevator. Dave quickly looks from one to the other as he gets on. “I appreciate you three coming by to get me. I hope it wasn’t very far out of your way.”