People/Hotel Room
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| People | |
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| Poker Game | |
| Issues | |
| Night of Sex | |
| Clowns | |
| Gambling | |
| Reconciliation | |
| Humiliation | |
| Chased | |
| Periods | |
| Hotel Room | |
“Yeah, the weather’s been great all week honey” …short pause… “I think yesterday the high was 83” …short pause… “I went down to the beach after our meeting” …short pause… “Yeah, you’ll either be impressed with my tan or make fun of my lobster-burn” …long pause… “Okay, I’ll see you on Monday then” …short pause… “Okay babe, love you… bye”
Job is looking out the window of his executive hotel room wearing loose linen pants and locally crafted hemp slippers. He’s been out on business for four days now and decided to call his fiancé simply to check in and hear her voice. Amanda, the woman he slept with last night, is taking a morning shower.
Last week Kip called to see if Job would negotiate with a client their company was trying to contract. Job is a natural closer. He’s flawless. If he can’t convince his clients to make an agreement on the terms Kip draws out, he’ll catch them in the negotiation process. And on several occasions his negotiations brought a better deal than they had originally asked.
Kip is a social slut with the gift of accommodation. In that respect he’s selfless…willing to sacrifice his own well-being for the benefit of others. This is true both in and out of work. He’s a respectable man. His chubby side makes him both naturally jolly and entertaining. People feel comfortable around him.
Typically Kip would take care of the administration of their firm. He’s responsible for arranging meetings with and accommodating clients, drafting contracts, and handling the books. In general, he sets up his clients for Job to knock them down; it’s the perfect pair.
This week Kip was going to take care of the entire closing process. The client they had found wasn’t all too important and Job wanted to spend some time with ‘his girl’. In other words he wanted to take the week off to go golfing; something he did regularly. ‘His girl’ was his caddy, a beautiful brunette in her early 20s. She’s been his caddy since she was 18.
As he looks at his reflection in the window, he wonders why he wasn’t able to enjoy his week off as planned. Nothing ever seems to go as planned. Now he’s 700 miles away from home as a favor for Kip. He doesn’t mind; he likes his work. But he sure wishes he could be on the course right now.
“What are you thinking about right now?” Amanda is in the bathroom doorway drying her hair off with a hotel towel. She always asked people this question when she caught them being reflective.
“April 25th”
It rained that afternoon and didn’t let up until Monday.
