Aaron stepped gingerly onto the antique carpeting by the door and waited. Scott had gathered in his decades of world travels. The office was decorated with exotic treasures which Mr. Embarrassed, he handed the full coffee cup to the assistant as he entered the inner office, wiping his wet hand on the back of his pants. Aaron jumped reflexively when he heard his name called, spilling coffee onto his hand and pantleg. Scott’s assistant, a severe older woman in a gray pants suit, opened the door and announced that Mr. He only got his limp turd-brown hair cut every few months, when if finally hung down far enough to obstruct the view through his horn-rimmed glasses, and he couldn’t recall the last time he entered a clothing store for anything besides socks and underwear. Today, one rode just to the left of the tip of his nose. Although his acne had cleared for the most part by freshman year of college, he still managed to get a sizable zit at least once a month, usually in the most noticeable place possible. His five-foot-seven frame was lugging around enough blubber that his scale regularly crept over 200. He figured he could probably improve his status if he paid a little more attention to his outward appearance, but his salary was largely eaten up by his rent, his carb-heavy diet had evolved little since his college days, and the only exercise he got was walking to and from the BART station. ![]() He just came in every day, did his number-crunching in his windowless office, then headed back home on a BART train to his lonely apartment in the East Bay. He hadn’t even attracted much wanted attention, as in three years, he hadn’t found one person he considered a friend, let along found a woman to date. ![]() ![]() As a low-level drone in the accounting department, Aaron had done little to attract unwanted attention during his three years at Scott Global, headquartered in San Francisco’s Transamerica Pyramid. Only when you had reached the pinnacle of success like Gavin Scott could you earn a view like this. Maybe they’d called the wrong man.Īaron looked out the windows at the skyline, never having been this high in the building before. Gavin Scott was notorious for instilling fear in those who worked for him, with a reputation for going psycho when the slightest thing did not go his way, so Aaron was naturally in suspense about why he had been called to meet Gavin. He wasn’t even sure why he had agreed to the assistant’s offer of coffee, since he never drank the stuff, but his nerves were on edge. Aaron stared spellbound at the cream swirling in his coffee as he waited for the big man.
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