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Hellucinations, Inc. [MultiFormat]
eBook by Ken Rand
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Johan Sebastian Peck is the Hell's most famous hallucination. He's The Pink Elephant,, recipient of the coveted Brass Bottle, and CEO of Hellucinations, Inc. When a purple rhino pokes his timid proboscis into Peck's office, asking for a transfer, Peck is reminded of the good ol' days when he was the DTs for rich and famous humans. How he longs for the return of those glorious days.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Horizons SF, 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [217 KB], eReader (PDB) [29 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [15 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [15 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [76 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [87 KB], hiebook (KML) [96 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [40 KB], iSilo (PDB) [13 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [17 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [44 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [25 KB]
Words: 4289
Reading time: 12-17 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The elephant tiptoed as best he could on his hind legs toward his office. He wanted to get inside before being spotted by his secretary who wallowed in gossip in a small herd of secretaries at the water cooler down the hall.
It didn't work. Tiptoeing past the efficient Miss Crabtree was hard for anybody and even harder for the President of Hellucinations, Inc. J.S. Peck's pink pigmentation further handicapped him.
The door gave only a faint squeak as Peck eased it open, but Crabtree's tiny ears perked up, scattering a small cloud of tsetse flies. She looked up from her gossiping and waved a jolly blunt foot at him, flashing a massive jaw full of crooked teeth by way of a smile. He saw her excuse herself from the other hippopotami and start waddling toward her desk outside his office door.
Pretending not to notice his secretary, and cursing himself again for forgetting to fix the door squeak, he hurriedly entered his office and shut the door.
No expense had been spared in Peck's office. Deep bare skin rugs muffled his steps. Polished hardwood paneling reeked of wealth, influence. A huge desk sat like an altar at the far end of the cavernous room. The desktop held an intercom, cigar decanter, ashtray, pen set, and the Brass Bottle. The high-backed leather chair behind the desk sat a subtle one-inch higher than the low-backed wooden chair in front of it.
On one wall certificates, degrees, and awards hung in tasteful frames around a small, well-worn cat-o'-nine-tails mounted on a polished walnut plaque in the center.
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