Who: Michael Davison and
Gen HartWhat: That awkward moment where you know your boss' secrets
Where: FABULOUS HQ
When: Saturday evening
Michael had no life, so he had come into work on a Saturday to do some overtime. It was getting late now, and he had almost fallen asleep at his desk because his boss, Paris, hadn't been in for two days and wasn't there to break up Michael monotony. He had a pile of files on the desk around him, and various other paraphernalia that always came pending a new issue. He had been screening Paris' calls in his absence and there were now people who felt entitled to his response getting annoyed and Michael was almost tempted to tell them to go fuck themselves, and that Paris was entitled to a rest when he already worked his fingers to the bone.
He was peeling his headset off his head and dropping it on the desk by the phone, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand. He was going home to take a bath, maybe watch a movie, and then going to bed. Takeout was a must on the way home. His neck was sore and he needed a good pair of hands to massage it, and he was getting the beginnings of a tired headache. He was just tidying his desk up and digging around in the draw for his cell phone when Gen came into the office and gave him a smile. He returned it with a small wave of his hand. "I'm going home, I promise. You guys don't need to pay me any more overtime than promised. I just lost track of the time, that's all," he said apologetically and was tugging at his tie to loosen it. He handed her a thick manilla folder then. "I did the rest of the follow-up on sponsors for the breast cancer spread in the next issue. I know it's something you had on your to-do list, but you had your hands full with things going on at home, so I thought I would help you out. I got twelve new business to commit too."
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