Dinner Party :: Personal Narrative Companies Business Papers

Dinner PartyI walked out into my dinning room where I had been mulling over the table all day. I wanted everything to be fair so. I glanced at the place moldtings for the hundredth time, trying to decide if I should sit Alfred Zingale and Matthias Arndt next to each other. It wasnt that I was worried about contrasted views, actually it was quiet the contrary, and I didnt want them to be able to double team the other guests. Finally I decided that just because they bedevil essentially the same opinions, I wouldnt separate them. In my mind they come as a unit because they had co-authored a book. The place cards had been set and I made up my mind that I would do no more rearranging. I bent over the table in my grey futile dress and lit the deep red candles that were extending upward out of the floral arrangement. The guests would be arriving soon and I began to think over the whole situation. Each someone has written a book about the dot com industry, how they can be succe ssful as well as how to invest wisely in one. I was hoping to learn a lot of information so I could make a good decision on whether my company would benefit from being online. These thoughts drifted through my head until the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a short plump woman with reddish brown hair in her late 40s was standing on my stoop. She wore a pale green dress suit, but looked quite attractive. She extended her arm, shook my hand and introduced herself as Anita Rosen. As the scarce woman who was attending the dinner party that night, it was a given who she was, but all the same she was quite pleasant. John Cassidy was next to arrive. He looked like the typical guy next door type. I bet he could have been pulled straight from a magazine. He wore a blue knit sweater vest. As soon as he was in the door, the bell rang for the final time. Zingale and Arndt stood at the door. Zingale was thin with a moustache, black hair parted on the side. Arndt wore glas ses, was shorter and much plumper.