"Roberta Jones."
Mark shook hands with the trim, well-tailored young woman appraising him cooly.
"Follow me, sir." she said turning and leading Mark out of the office. Mark said goodby to Mr. Webster and followed.
"I've hit the big time," he thought.
Later, sitting at his big desk in a luxurious corner office, he spent the morning studying the corporate manual, plant operations and staff.
Roberta had assembled a big stack of documents for him to read and a carafe of coffee with real cream. By noon, he was feeling hungry and sick of reading. He rang for Roberta.
"Where's the lunch room?' he asked and "Then, maybe you could show me around the plant. All this background stuff is important but I need to see first hand what the issues are."
"Of, course, sir."
Roberta slipped Mark's suitcoat off the hanger and held it up. "Required in the corporate dining room. Follow me."
Mark struggled to suck in his gut and button the coat.
"I'll need to check out that gym and trainer or buy a whole new wardrobe." he thought.
Roberta left him at the door. "I'll be back in one hour and then I'll give you that tour. Bon appetite!"
In the dining room, Mark looked for an empty table when he heard a voice call his name.
"Mark, over here."
Mark saw that it was Mr. Webster and so he joined him.
"No alcohol any more." John told him, "New corporate policy."
Mark ordered a cobb salad but John suggested that he try the pasta special.
"It's a much better deal ." he said. "you get your salad, a small grilled steak and house-made pasta. Plus you get the desert cart and it's only two bucks more than the salad alone. I swear by it."
"OK, the past special it is, John."
"George," John addressed the waiter. "Bring me some more of that glorious pasta when you come back. I'll just keep Mark company while he eats. Nothing worse than eating alone."
"Of course, Mr. Webster." George nodded.
The lunch was delicious. and generous. Mark declined a second order of pasta and had only a cup of sherbert while he watch John inhale a huge wedge of cheesecake.
"So, John?" Mark asked when John had finally scraped the last of the cheesecake into his mouth. "Do you use the gym? Can you show me around?"
John smiled at Mark. Then he said
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