He was more than enthused the day his siter left for college. The summer before his freshman year of high school went fairly well. He did things normal teenage boys did: went to parties, stayed out past curfew, which, of course, landed him in "deep shite" with his father. However, the first day of high school was a nightmare. He hadn't a clue where most of his classes were, upperclassmen were being royal dick heads, and a teacher called him out in front of his class for being tardy. He cut his last two classes and jumped on his bike to race home, only to dial his sister's dorm number and cry to her over the phone.
From that point on, they talked at least twice a week. He highlighted her with each event that occured between phone calls. Melissa requested grade cards, and tutored him in algebra over the phone. They became very, very close, and she even scrounged up enough money to fly herself out to Kansas City from Massachussetts as a surprise on his graduation day.
Besides his struggles in math, he earned impressive grades, and recieved a full ride scholarship to UPenn. His parents couldn't have been more proud.
Fast forward fourteen years, after a few ruined marriages---of reasons he won't openly discuss---and he is now the Chief Operating Officer (don't let the title fool you, it's just a fancy name for 'The CEO's Bitch') of Connolly Computing, a software company based out of New York City. While he loves his job, he hates his boss. He's an egotistical asshole who takes any and all credit for the company's success, while he isn't the only one behind it.
Call him Finley, and you best prepare for a snarky comeback and a bit of silent treatment. He's a petty brat like that. Most know him as Michael, and he'd like to keep it that way.'
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