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"Fifty to sixty minutes? Are you sure? Well, alright then."
Richard Greyson flipped the handset back into it's setting on his desk. An hour to deliver some mediocre pad thai? Such was life working in Chicago's financial district, just off the Loop. Even at 7:30 PM, the wait to be fed was significant.
He slumped back into his chair and sighed, running a hand across his forehead, kneading it, slightly ruffling his short, dark hair in the process.
The Director of Business Development for Feldman & Washburne, a consulting firm specializing in rescuing distressed financial services firms from their own incompetence, loosened his navy tie, letting it hang more loosely around his neck. The wake of the financial crisis had been great for his firm, bad for his sleeping habits. Herding the cats, as it were, to present F&Ws services to daft bank executives was an exhausting endeavor.
Even so, this was a late night in the office for a Thursday. He looked out over the rows of cubicles-the place had been empty for the better part of an hour and half as even the most junior, eager-to-impress folks had long shuffled off for the evening. His receptionist, the kindly Sharon, had taken off at 5 to pick up her kids.
As was common, Richard had the place to himself, for whatever that might be worth. Twelve stories up from the street, it was peaceful at least.
He took a sip of water from the half-crumpled bottle on his desk and let out another deep breath. A gin and tonic would have been much better at this point. There was still work to do, for sure, but he needed a little time to unwind before his meal arrived. He'd been going strong since 6:30 AM, and his brain needed a break from figures, cost-benefit analyses and the like.
Lazily, he reached down and pulled his iPad from his bag. It was his personal tablet, on his own 4G plan. He was a company man through and through, but even still, wanted privacy to make plans, read emails, etc, when at work. At least, as much privacy as he could get in his office with the large dual windows.
He swiped his finger and brought the tablet to life. Drumming his fingers over the surface, he decided that he deserved a real break, and brought up one of his favorite sites. Yes, he deserved to unwind a bit.
Richard Greyson flipped the handset back into it's setting on his desk. An hour to deliver some mediocre pad thai? Such was life working in Chicago's financial district, just off the Loop. Even at 7:30 PM, the wait to be fed was significant.
He slumped back into his chair and sighed, running a hand across his forehead, kneading it, slightly ruffling his short, dark hair in the process.
The Director of Business Development for Feldman & Washburne, a consulting firm specializing in rescuing distressed financial services firms from their own incompetence, loosened his navy tie, letting it hang more loosely around his neck. The wake of the financial crisis had been great for his firm, bad for his sleeping habits. Herding the cats, as it were, to present F&Ws services to daft bank executives was an exhausting endeavor.
Even so, this was a late night in the office for a Thursday. He looked out over the rows of cubicles-the place had been empty for the better part of an hour and half as even the most junior, eager-to-impress folks had long shuffled off for the evening. His receptionist, the kindly Sharon, had taken off at 5 to pick up her kids.
As was common, Richard had the place to himself, for whatever that might be worth. Twelve stories up from the street, it was peaceful at least.
He took a sip of water from the half-crumpled bottle on his desk and let out another deep breath. A gin and tonic would have been much better at this point. There was still work to do, for sure, but he needed a little time to unwind before his meal arrived. He'd been going strong since 6:30 AM, and his brain needed a break from figures, cost-benefit analyses and the like.
Lazily, he reached down and pulled his iPad from his bag. It was his personal tablet, on his own 4G plan. He was a company man through and through, but even still, wanted privacy to make plans, read emails, etc, when at work. At least, as much privacy as he could get in his office with the large dual windows.
He swiped his finger and brought the tablet to life. Drumming his fingers over the surface, he decided that he deserved a real break, and brought up one of his favorite sites. Yes, he deserved to unwind a bit.
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