Jack
“Jack! Jack!” Corey called out as he barged into my office late Friday night. I was buried in paperwork and the whole week had been non-stop with events at the restaurant and a few last-minute wine orders that needed to be finalized before the weekend. I was exhausted as I looked up at him. Corey looked as if he had just run a marathon. His eyes were wide with excitement, and I frowned.
“Corey? What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Jack, Jack…holy s**t! Jack, he is in! Hank – he is in – I just – I can't believe it – Jack!” Corey’s words all seemed to jumble as he frantically tried to tell me what was going on. His voice was high-pitched with adrenaline. His hands were flying through the air as he spoke, his excitement palpable but entirely overwhelming.
“Woah, Corey, slow down,” I
