The world was a cruel place but the workplace was crueler. He stepped out of his boss's office, the harsh words spoken by his boss swirled in his head. Turns out his mama was right. Salesmen are nothing but slimy leaches. And he chose to work for a company full of them.
He flopped into his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the headache he had. Something buzzed in his pocket. He reached in and clumsily pulled out his phone. His phone alarm was going off. It was time to go. He hurriedly clicked dismiss.
He stuffed his papers into his leather briefcase and rose to go. "Mr. Wright." He froze. "Y-Yes Mr. Abrams?" The large African American studied the smaller man carefully. "Remember, you have a date with Dallas," he stated. "I'll be sure to schedule a flight," he promised. The man nodded in acknowledgement then continued on his way. He sighed in relief and resumed his trek to his car.
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Worth it
Μικρού ΜήκουςDexter Wright hates his job. As a matter of fact, he can't remember why he even works there. At least his wife Narissa Jones-Wright is there to brighten his day. *Cover improved with Canva*
