"Are you with the ConPharmaMax convention?" she asked and my eyes darted to the side. Was she a reporter or something? She looked kind of like a television reporter. Did she know? Was she going to expose everyone? Expose me? She must've seen the panic in my eyes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a card. It said, 'Angie Gustafson, Pharmaceutical Representative, ConPharmaMax' and then listed her phone number and some other stuff.

"I work for the pharmaceutical company," she explained.

"Oh," I said, a little more relaxed, but still confused, "How can I help you?"

"I just wanted to talk to someone about the convention really quick,...