Ok, here’s the script for chapter 2. You guys need to comment faster if you want to get input in on how these proceed…
I stumbled into the lobby at work around 7:30 with the biggest cup of coffee in my hand that you’ve ever seen.
I never get in that early. Morning events seem to have encouraged me to arrive on time for once.
On my way to the elevator past the front desk, the blond bimbo of the week looked up from her girlie magazine.
“And you are?” she asked, standing up as if to prevent me from proceeding.
“Uh, I’m Jack Collins.”
My mind was a little bleary, but her’s was empty.
“I work here.”
“Oh,” giggle
She sat back down and continued reading.
I waited for my elevator and hoped nobody posing as an advertising consultant tried to enter the building.
Upon reaching the third floor, I walked straight to my cube, determined to get in a couple of games of mindless solitaire before I was accosted by Ashby about the Lemonsol account.
She had been bugging me all week about them, saying “You should really have a look, this is your forte.” Did she even know what a forte was?
Laura was already in.
“You’re early this morning.” Man, her voice always sent chills up my spine.
Good ones.
“Yeah, my neighbor set her turkey on fire. — Long story.”
“There’s a meeting at eight,” she said. “See you there.”
I saw at my desk and checked the status of my desk cactus: Ah, green.
A moment of Zen.
I booted up and watched the spam from the weekend flood my account as I flooded my body with caffeine.
