“Well well well, look who finally woke up,” Dean’s coworker, Travis, said as he sat at Dean’s kitchen table having a cup of coffee, looking particularly smug.
“Travis? What are you doing here?” Dean asked.
Dean motioned over to Zach who was sitting on the couch eating cereal. “He let me in.” Zach just shrugged and look back at the television.
“Okay but why are you here?” Dean continued. He realized he was only in his underwear and as his body wasn’t quite in peak shape, so he threw a t-shirt on.
Travis chuckled. “Ms. Danvers sent me. She wanted to know about how last night went and why you were late today,” Travis smirked, taking another sip of coffee.
Dean rolled his eyes. While Travis and he worked for the same company, they were rivals. Both had the same job and essentially had to woo clients nightly. Dean was given a shot with one last night and Travis was far too eager to brown nose the boss and find out how it went for himself.
“It went well. They’re going to go over the numbers and come in with a decision today,” Dean said. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to shower. I’ll see you at the office.”
“Sure, I’ll get out of here,” Travis said finishing off the cup of coffee and standing up from the table. He walked over towards Dean.
“Been skipping the gym lately, have we?” Travis said as he passed Dean, and gave his very slight belly a poke.
Dean gave Travis no credit but he sure knew how to get under his skin. After all, Dean was typically the fittest guy in the room. He knew he’d drifted lately but it wasn’t as if he was some fat slob. At most he’d put on five to ten pounds and it’s not as if his muscles had gone anywhere. Like skinny Travis had anything to brag about anyways.
Travis left and Dean proceeded to get ready for work. If he had time for a protein shake he’d have made one but he was already hours late, and his clients were coming in this morning.
Dean arrived to the office and saw his clients already there. “Shit,” he thought to himself. It was all ironic since the reason he was late and hungover was because of his raucous clients.
Dean saw his boss, Ms. Danvers sitting with the clients in the conference room. He was anxious and trying to read their body language. He saw a doughnut sitting out in the break area and had to have one to calm his nerves. He took a gulp and a deep breath and made his way in.
“Nice of your to join us, Mr. Prescott,” Ms. Danvers said rather formally. She usually called him Dean. He took a seat and just slashed that winning sales smile that he usually saved for the clients and dates.
The client, Andrew, an older fellow, and his younger business partner Len, sat there without much expression on their faces.
“Well Dean...,” Andrew began. Dean took a deep breath.
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