“Good day, Mr. Lincoln. I'm Mr. Henry. I'm calling from France. You may not know me, but I know you and I've read a lot about you on the net.” James said over the phone call. “And…?” Mr. Lincoln said, wondering what the call was about. “I'm interested in securing a deal with you if you are in currently interested in one.” “And how much are we talking about.” “It's a deal that's going to worth a hundred billion dollars within two months. But I'll be investing 30 million dollars first which would be a covering for both of us.” “Meaning I don't have to invest my money, yet?” “Yeah. All I need is to see how great you're going to pull this. Once it turns out great, then there can be more partnership deals for us.” “Whoa. That's… that's remarkable. But… but how do I know this isn't a scam?” Mr. Lincoln asked, squinting his eyes at the absurdity of his wish coming true so quickly and even in an easier way. “Well, we could switch to a video call if you want, and if that's not enough for you, you can come over to France to see me. I don't mind, because I understand that as business men, we've got to build trust with our partners.” Mr. Lincoln almost had his heart burst in his chest because he was overjoyous over this news. It was seeming real and he couldn't wait to jump on it, but he decided to ensure it wasn't a scam, first. “That's a nice idea. If you don't mind, I'll love us to switch to a video call.” Mr. Lincoln requested, gullibly. “Sure.” On the other hand, Charles had dismissed the team for a break from the meeting and Vera smiled at him with her lips parted, revealing her nice set of teeth. “Why are you smiling at me like that?” Charles asked, wondering what called for that expression. “I'm just amazed at the idea you dropped. Grouping them in teams would be much better, and even increase productivity as most of them would try their best to impress you, and be acknowledged.” “Yes, I know. Although, too much of it isn't good, because it would leave a strain on the relationship between workers. People who were once friends will turn to competitors, and out of jealousy, could turn to enemies.”“Hmmm. You're right about that. I do hope these people are not to crazy about ambition to an extent whereby they would attack each other.” Vera hoped as we walked down the hallways. “Yeah.” They headed to the cafeteria to order some food right before the break was over. After the break, they were meant to go back to the meeting room to show case the prototype they had created for Charles to see and approve. “But what do you think about the mini robot they built? Do you think it will really serve it's purpose as much as they intend for it to?” Vera asked as she took a large bite of her hamburger. “Why'd you ask? Are you doubting them?” Charles asked, wondering if she was sensing incapability from them. “No. No… I'm not doubting what they can do. I'm just doubting the reality of that. You know, imagining having a robot that senses your moods and relieves you of them for a long while is just remarkable, yet unbelievable.” “I know. But you should never doubt when your workers say they can do it. Your belief in their dream would inspire them to do their best.” Charles said as he took a bite of his hamburger and drank his juice. Vera nodded her head and smiled as they both concentrated on their food. Soon after they were done, they headed back to the meeting room where the production team were waiting. On getting there, they took their seats and the leader asked to turn off the lights. “Yes, you can.” Charles gave them a go ahead, and they did. Then a few of them moved to a part where there was enough space for them to showcase what they had to display. A dim light like that of a projector was turned on to help the setting. The members acted a short play whereby the robot helped to ease the mood of one of them who was bullied by the others in a play. The moment they ended the play, they all clapped, except Charles. “So, what was that for?” Charles asked, trying to make sense out of what they just did. “Actually, that was a short play which we would love for it to be displayed as the advertisement for the sales of the robots.” The leader responded respectfully. “I see. Please get straight to action. What I need to see and test.” Charles requested, shaking his head at how unprofessional they just acted.Then the leader brought the mini robot close to Charles. “Sir, please think of a sad moment. One you know that sometimes you find it difficult to get out from.” He requested and Charles sighed deeply. He didn't need to think about what moment was really sad for him. He knew it already. “Alright, done.” He said as he got in the mood to think about his mother and reminisce memories he had with her. Then a green light appeared in on the robot's belly. It seemed like a gauge, just like the ones in cars, speedometers, weight gauge, etc. They had labelled each part the red hand could touch. There was the sad label, happy label, and neutral label which was in the middle. The hand touched the sad part, and then a low, illuminating light pointed at Charles and seemed to be scanning him from head to toe. Charles shut his eyes so he could concentrate as the amusement he had for how the robot was working neatly could easily take him off his sad mood. “How do you feel, sir?” He heard the leader ask, and Charles opened his eyes with anger. “Did you add anger to the list? Because I'm feeling really furious right now.” Charles said in between his teeth.