Chapter 22: Sale (1)
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‘Where the Hell is he?’ Pesco wondered to himself standing in front of the conference room waiting for his sales representative, who was also his dear friend Glen. Before he could pick up his phone to call him he heard the other’s voice from down the corridor.
“Hi...” Glen spoke in a rather tired sounding voice while barely walking towards the man, his head hung low as if he was scared of something.
“You’re late.” Pesco said with a less than pleased expression on his face as he crossed his arms. Waiting to hear the other’s excuse.
Glen on the other hand wasn’t his usual cheery and bubbly overconfident self. He looked so exhausted it was as if he was near death. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t get off today… I don’t think I can go into the meeting anymore.” He spok
