❝Michael Freeman, C.O.O. of Connolly Computing. Nice to meet you. Might be able to convince my secretary to pencil you in for that presentation, but I can't guarantee it. Anyway, I'm late to meet Dick Costolo for coffee. Out of my office.❞
❝It’s really all just a case of perspective, y’know? She sees it as bein’ a bad boyfriend, but I see it as lyin’ to plan a nice surprise for her. Y’know what I’m sayin’?❞
It would be all well and good that he was chatting up this secretary, if he was actually chatting up the secretary outside of the right office.
Coincidentally, he’s outside the wrong one, chatting up the wrong secretary.
So, he was already in a bad mood this afternoon. Connolly had pissed him off one too many times since he arrived at the office, his PA got him decaf—what was the point of decaf in the first place? Coffee was supposed to be caffeinated. That was the fucking point of coffee—
Wait.
Who the fuck was this asshole?
’ Hey, guy. ’
Cue the annoyed narrowing of his brown eyes over the frames of his sunglasses.