With a sigh you put the last box on the top shelf. You see the fallen ring and quickly pick it up (don't wanna get caught littering as well) just as Freddy, one of your nicer colleagues, approaches you. Freddy is a couple years older than you, but he acts pretty cool about it. You regularly spent the after-work hours chilling at his place. Yep, if you ever had a bro, Freddy was it.
"Yo Mike, came in late again? Better be careful, man. If you're sacked I'm gonna get the full load from Johnson again. I do not want that." He shivered, thinking back on those days, then repeated. "I really do not want that. You better come an hour in advance from now on, just in case, dude. I don't want that dick riding my ass again." He held up his hands in defense. "Even if it's just metaphorically..."
"That's not what your mom said last night." You say laughing, twisting the ring in between your fingers. For a second, it feels like the entire universe just shifted by a millimeter. "She literally begged me to come in her ass last night." You continue the harmless banter. Again, that strange shift.
"Oh, ha.ha. Please don't rub it in." He shot back, a little hurt. "I'm serious, dude. Don't get yourself fired." Then he walks off as mister Johnson looks at you two from a distance and harrumphs loudly.
Strange, usually he'd retaliate with a snide remark about your own mom. Just banter between bro's. It had started the first time you ever visited Freddy's house. He had noticed the way you looked at his mom who was, even though she was nearly forty, pretty damn sexy. Being single and a nurse at the local hospital only added to her appeal. At first, Freddy just teased you about it. When you finally went along with it, it had evolved into just making snide remarks about sex with either your mom or his.
You casually start your stroll over the floor, keeping an eye on potential targets, avoiding your boss as much as possible. You spot a man in his late fifties admiring the demo high-end TV setup, imported from Korea. You move a little closer, he's displaying all the tells of a potential sucker, or 'customer', as your boss insists on calling them. When you see him studying the price tag and not raise his eyebrows in surprise, you realize this is going to be an easy sell. Not the demo-set, of course, but at least a couple thousand in equipment, easy. You look around, no other sellers nearby. Your boss is working behind the counter, eyeing you from time to time. Maybe this isn't gonna be such a bad day after all... You prepare yourself for the prance, rehearsing the usual senior-sucker pitch in your head.
*tweedle-twee-dum-dee* Your phone goes off, making you abort your attack maneuver. It's...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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