Led_Astray
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John Adams climbed out of his shiny company car - out of the right hand side, a novelty he was still getting used to - and winced at the heat. Black wrap-around sunglasses stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin.
He flexed his broad shoulders and ran a large hand over his closely cropped brown hair, wiping away the fine beads of sweat that had already appeared mere seconds after leaving the air-conditioned confines of the BMW.
I need to get some lighter suits he thought to himself This old black thing is not made for this climate...
The "old black thing" was in fact a finely tailored suit from London's Saville row, less than 6 months old, but it had been cut for the dull climate of that city and really was not suitable for the heat on this side of the Atlantic.
With long purposeful strides he crossed the car-park - better start calling it the parking lot, I guess - and it was with great relief that he entered the climate controlled lobby of Far-Future Marketing Inc's main HQ.
He'd already visited the building at the weekend, in the company of just the CEO, but this was his first visit in business hours, after his transfer here from the London office. The reception desk, empty on his last visit, was now manned by a clichéd pretty young blonde thing.
There must be a factory mass producing them somewhere he grinned to himself. Secretary , model A - small, blond, cute
She saw his grin and responded with a smile. "Can I help you, sir?"
"Actually, yes." replied the young exec. "I'm John Adams, transferring over from the London office. Can you direct me to the conference room? I'm due to join the 9:00 am briefing, what with this being my first day working here."
"Oh!" she replied, lowering her eyes then raising them back to his. "We've been expecting you." She glanced at the clock on the opposite wall, a triple dialled affair showing local time but also the time in London and Paris.
"You'd better go straight up. Take the elevator on the right, eleventh floor, as you step out it is the door opposite." she added, helpfully. "You'd better hurry, Mr Adams."
Nodding his thanks, John walked over to the aforementioned elevator and pressed the call button. Stepping inside, he used the mirror to straighten his tie and check the collar of his ruby-red shirt.
Could stand to lose a couple of pounds... he grimaced at his reflection but there is a company gym in the basement, maybe I can start using it...
With a gentle electronic tone the lift announced it's arrival on the eleventh floor, and John stepped out, crossed the corridor and stepped into the conference room.
"Ahhh, John!" bellowed the CEO, Jack Curtson. "Just in time, come on in, take a seat next to Amanda. We can do proper introductions at the end of the briefing."
There was only one seat left at the conference table, and as he sat down, John couldn't help but look at the lady he had been asked to sit next to...
He flexed his broad shoulders and ran a large hand over his closely cropped brown hair, wiping away the fine beads of sweat that had already appeared mere seconds after leaving the air-conditioned confines of the BMW.
I need to get some lighter suits he thought to himself This old black thing is not made for this climate...
The "old black thing" was in fact a finely tailored suit from London's Saville row, less than 6 months old, but it had been cut for the dull climate of that city and really was not suitable for the heat on this side of the Atlantic.
With long purposeful strides he crossed the car-park - better start calling it the parking lot, I guess - and it was with great relief that he entered the climate controlled lobby of Far-Future Marketing Inc's main HQ.
He'd already visited the building at the weekend, in the company of just the CEO, but this was his first visit in business hours, after his transfer here from the London office. The reception desk, empty on his last visit, was now manned by a clichéd pretty young blonde thing.
There must be a factory mass producing them somewhere he grinned to himself. Secretary , model A - small, blond, cute
She saw his grin and responded with a smile. "Can I help you, sir?"
"Actually, yes." replied the young exec. "I'm John Adams, transferring over from the London office. Can you direct me to the conference room? I'm due to join the 9:00 am briefing, what with this being my first day working here."
"Oh!" she replied, lowering her eyes then raising them back to his. "We've been expecting you." She glanced at the clock on the opposite wall, a triple dialled affair showing local time but also the time in London and Paris.
"You'd better go straight up. Take the elevator on the right, eleventh floor, as you step out it is the door opposite." she added, helpfully. "You'd better hurry, Mr Adams."
Nodding his thanks, John walked over to the aforementioned elevator and pressed the call button. Stepping inside, he used the mirror to straighten his tie and check the collar of his ruby-red shirt.
Could stand to lose a couple of pounds... he grimaced at his reflection but there is a company gym in the basement, maybe I can start using it...
With a gentle electronic tone the lift announced it's arrival on the eleventh floor, and John stepped out, crossed the corridor and stepped into the conference room.
"Ahhh, John!" bellowed the CEO, Jack Curtson. "Just in time, come on in, take a seat next to Amanda. We can do proper introductions at the end of the briefing."
There was only one seat left at the conference table, and as he sat down, John couldn't help but look at the lady he had been asked to sit next to...