Nathaniel
My next meeting is later this afternoon. I walk over to the cabinet and take out a bottle, searching for a crystal glass. There is a knock on the door and I reply with a distracted “yes”
Then I spot the glass and I pour myself from the whisky. I toss the whole shot and consider another.
“Good afternoon, Sir, “my assistant greets as he comes in “I wanted to…”
he pauses when he sees the now-empty glass in my hand. I pour myself another drink and proceed to my desk.
It’s 12:15.
I never drink.
He doesn’t comment on this and clears his throat.
“I came to give you the papers for the new project we are going to propose. I apologize if I indentured something or came at a bad time. “
I wave a dismissive hand.
“No, I was just about to call you for the papers, anyway. “
He
