David felt flabbergasted. He had indeed what seemed to be a magic pen. But David was suspicious. He was not one to be superstitious. This could all be a coincidence. He scribbled down quickly, ‘I am an inch taller.’
David felt something odd and his vision moved upwards. He looked down to see his dress pants slightly to short for his legs. He scribbled out the word inch and replaced it with foot. This caused him to shoot up mich more, now at a clean 6’ 10”. As he walked out, now able to clearly see over all of the cubicles. He turned a corner and ran into a very attractive young woman. She dropped some papers and scrambled to pick them up.
“Oh!” she cried out. “I didn’t...I am so sorry sir.”
“You must be Jodie,” David said.
“Yes,” she said shifting her papers nervously. “And you are...Mr. Faust?”
“Please,” David beckoned. “Call me David.”
David ushered his new secretary to her desk and then sat down at his. He took out his own and paper and thought what he should do next.