Tales of Great Fortune XVIII - A tale of innovation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
The Great Trenlin is sure to cement his place among the very best in the business of fortune telling by applying leading edge methodologies and principles.

Submitted: April 24, 2016

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"A birthday?"

"No."
"A marriage?"
"No."
"Baptism, house-warming, engagement, graduation, birth?"
"No."
"Inauguration."
"Yes, kind of."
"I knew it."
 
The business of fortune telling was booming, but despite his abundant coverage in the media, the Great Trenlin had been struggling to increase customer revenues. It was an icarian twist of faith that his prosperous business would encounter its first setback exactly when it was flying so high. 
All of this was even more proof to the Great Trenlin that he should work harder and employ his gift to the benefit of the people. His readings were as accurate as ever, so it was clear that the problem was somewhere else. As he was now experimenting with some revolutionary formats, the Great Trenlin knew that he would need all his powers to deliver high quality customer service while simultaneously evaluating his innovations.
 
"So, in-au-gu-ra-tion," the Great Trenlin carefully wrote down the word on a post-it and attached it to the forehead of the customer.
"This is the thing that we should focus on, sir. The inauguration. This has been clearly established. Now, we are ready to observe the next omen." He gestured at Porric. "Now, please sir, punch my assistant again, would you?"
The eagerness of the customer was strangely disguised as surprise. The Great Trenlin had rarely seen an individual who had his expressions mixed up like this. Still, as a professional, he knew he had to deal with it.
"Are yiou sure? That last one hit him pretty hard."
The Great Trenlin sighed unmarkedly and tried to look at his watch. It still displayed summer time. A clear sign that time was a relative concept.
"Please, sir. We must seize the moment now the time is right."
The punch was executed perfectly. With a hint of excitement, the Great Trenlin tried to observe all symbolism that was revealed in the way his assistant hit the floor. 
It was a bit of a disappointment. The Great Trenlin believed that even a junior fortune teller would have been able to interprete the signs. Maybe, this new format was not the best option after all.
 
"Yes," the Great Trenlin started as he grabbed a new post-it, "this inauguration is clearly related to your professional life. Your career. It is a new start, a new beginning. Something you have been looking forward to."
"It has always been my dream to open my own training center."
"And you couldn't have done it at a more perfect moment," the Great Trenlin confirmed, "There will be some setbacks in the beginning. But you should just focus and keep working and success will be inevitable."
"Well... it is not all about the money, of course."
"Of course not, sir," the Great Trenlin was relieved to hear a sense of morality and deeper meaning, a rare characteristic in these times,  "Success can be measured in many more things than money alone. You will receive great satisfaction from seeing your pupils train hard and become very capable... eh... and talented..." 
The Great Trenlin hesitated a single moment as his vision blurred a tiny little bit.
"Boxers," the customer added.
"Obviously," the Great Trenlin said while looking at Porric who had been down for a disturbingly long period of time. 
With a hint of regret, he remembered the livid atmosphere that his assistant used to bring when not unconscious, even though he never really was conscious either. The Great Trenlin turned towards the customer.
"Do you think you could fit me in for some lessons as well?"
 


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