Thread: [Reggie and Death] Office Hours.

He was late but only by an hour. Things could be worse the man speeding down the freeway in a maroon Cadillac. He was a spoiled rich kid, not so much a kid anymore. He was thirty two, where did the years go? He was much happier in High School. His parents were beyond well off and he was able to slack off and party through his five years at his school. He had inherited his father's business that he co owned with one of his college buddies. Last summer his father passed away leaving him his half of the share of the company. David Grey, once a spoiled kid was a was one of the heads an a major insurance firm. It took David months to get a hang of it. He fooled around a lot spending a lot of money and not making much to even it out. His dad's friend, the other owner of the company, mentored him showing him around the offices. Teaching him how to run the business. David respected the old man but his ways of doing things were just that...well old. David had other ways of running things. He didn't want to be buried in paperwork and taxes like his father was. That's what killed him and his dad's friend now turned business partner was getting up in the years as well. David would never be one to wish death on anyone but once the old man was gone he'd have the company all to himself unless the man had children of his own but this possibility was scarce, he sure he would have met them at one of his father's company's meetings. David wasn't about doing back taxes and talking to accountants all day. He was about getting the clients. The Old man was the brains behind the company while David was the charm. Fast cars, expensive cuisine, young women, and afternoons at the golf course were what made him and his company stand out. He could get any client he wanted to it just go through the usual routine, pick them up in the company limo filled with vodka and women that could be taken as super models. Then he would take them all out to the golf course, then lobster for lunch. After an afternoon like that David could get them to sign anything. David pulled into the reserved parking lot with Bustin' Out by Rick James blasting over his car speakers. He stepped out of his car waving to a few of the secretaries out having a smoke break. Two men approached him. Jonathan! Billy Boy! He said to the two men, they were his two favourite employees. I just picked these up, you smoke Dave? the balding man Bill asked him offering him a cigar. No, I quit after High School. I own this place now, why would I need those to pick up the women? He asked him with a laugh. The truth was for as much of a wealthy young bachelor he didn't get nearly as many women as people thought. A few at the bar but he usually hook them up with his clients. He dabbled in the secretary pool a little bit but word spreads quick and he liked to maintain a good reputation. Your lose Jonathan replied shaking his head walking by him shouting behind him, We're off to lunch and you're just getting here? Ha! He laughed and he entered his car. Bill lowered his voice There's a new girl working here, she's a sweet looking thing. I'd check her out because if you won't I'll take a whack at her. She'll surely be charmed with those manners David said sarcastically. Waving away Bill as he strolled into the building. He got to the elevator and went to his office on the top floor. He thought about what Bill said, maybe he would try and track this girl down. He looked into the mirror. Thirty two was getting up there but he tried to look his best. Cleanly shaved except for a small soul patch on his lower lip. Short and combed hair. He was no Mr. Universe but he went to the gym on a weekly basis to take care of all his clientele lobster meals and it looked like it was paying off. He also tried to dress professionally but not like the old stiff in this place like his business partner. He dressed in a black golf shirt with khaki pants. Nothing too fancy but better than what he wore in back in College and High School. He looked at the clock. 1230, lunch time and he only been at work for about an hour now and had accomplished absolutely nothing. Well it's a typical day at the office. He went to the lunch room completely forgetting all about his quest to meet this apparently new and beautiful girl Bill had early suggested to him. The problem with being a head of the office is that everyone he met kissed up to him making meaningless chit chat. By the time he got to the lunch room he was rubbing his temples due to a headache.