Heads were turning -- if not rolling -- this morning at 7th and Montana as a pair of Worker-Bees got a surprise visit from their Boss. "Oh, no," one of them yelled, trying to duck under their table, "It can't be, it just can't be ...!" I looked at him, astonished and he explained, "I just spotted our boss and he's heading this way." "It's still early," I explained, "The workday hasn't even started yet, don't worry!" Moments later, a Black Porsche pulled-up and out popped "the Boss," an unassuming British Gentlemen who looked like he was trying to play the part of a Hollywood Mogul. "Howdy, mates," he said, "Fancy meeting you here." "We were just discussing work," said one of the employees, turning to me for support. "You betcha," I chimed-in, "Work, work, work ... that's all these guys were talking about. You're lucky to have a pair of employees like this." As I left, I couldn't help overhearing the Boss explain that layoffs were afoot in several "field offices." No wonder they were trying to lay low ...!