Twenty-two
[There were a few things that Lucas woke up to that morning that made him stop to think more than usual. The new blue pinstripe suit boxed up on his bed, the red tie to match and some new shoes. He didn't remember buying them or the label that was slapped across it.
When he walked into work the same confusion slapped him across the face.
"You," he snapped his fingers at the secretary. "Who are you?"
She looked at him questioning.
"Sir?" She'd been there at least a little over a month.
Having had interviewed Hebe during that time the thought that he'd already hired a new girl had completely left his mind. He waved it off.
"Coffee where is it?"
"Right on it, sir."
Even more curious was the blog that popped up on his screen the moment he turned on the computer.]
Who's this new broad at my desk?
I have a mind to think she set up this damned account. What are we waving around flags with name tags on them? Ha.
Let's hope none of you invested into my bank. I just raised the interest. I'm in a fantastic mood.
-Lucas Karas, CEO
When he walked into work the same confusion slapped him across the face.
"You," he snapped his fingers at the secretary. "Who are you?"
She looked at him questioning.
"Sir?" She'd been there at least a little over a month.
Having had interviewed Hebe during that time the thought that he'd already hired a new girl had completely left his mind. He waved it off.
"Coffee where is it?"
"Right on it, sir."
Even more curious was the blog that popped up on his screen the moment he turned on the computer.]
Who's this new broad at my desk?
I have a mind to think she set up this damned account. What are we waving around flags with name tags on them? Ha.
Let's hope none of you invested into my bank. I just raised the interest. I'm in a fantastic mood.
-Lucas Karas, CEO