Patricia stormed through the hall holding a paper cup. Four minutes remained until the scheduled time. Usually she arrived at least 10 minutes before. Anything less made her nervous. But she had walked this hall a thousand times now. Enough times to not feel a gram of sweat while making her way to the meeting room as the clock ticked down.

She had masala

chai

in her cup. Just two weeks ago everybody had been trying to beat the 

Heat

. A chill arrived out of the blue. And the Indian woman who sold 

tea

outside of the Creative Monolith had returned. She always came out once the temperature dipped. Patricia liked the lady's tea so much that some mornings she didn't even get a 

coffee

. Usually she had both each day. But some days she opted for two chais instead.

She remembered a clip of blue lips. A blue hand with extra long fingers holding a paper cup from a popular franchise. The Blue Man had been featuring a 

pumpkin spice latte

. Rumor was that he had signed an endorsement deal with the popular franchise. Why else would he feature their drinks so frequently and conspicuously? The Blue Man had never featured an obvious brand so obviously before.