Ten minutes later, the "UFO" was in the trash. The new sleek device sat on the mahogany, glowing with a soft, confident blue light. Arthur hit the dial.
Arthur hit 'Flash' to dial. The line crackled like a campfire. When the Tokyo team picked up, their voices sounded like they were shouting from the bottom of a well through a mouthful of crackers.
"We— static —proposal— click —unacceptable," the voice from Tokyo said.
Sarah grabbed the Poly, swiped the corporate card, and drove back like a rally racer.
Sarah didn't just walk; she sprinted. She burst through the doors of the local Best Buy and found a "Blue Shirt" named Kevin.
"I need a conference phone. The best one. The kind where you can hear a pin drop in another hemisphere," she gasped.
Arthur leaned back, a grin spreading across his face. He looked at the sleek black device. "Best money we ever spent," he whispered. "Actually," Sarah chimed in, "it was on sale."