“What?!” she exclaims. “Is there another girl? Todd, I am not a woman that will-”
“Todd!” A booming voice from the down the hall catches both of them off guard.
“Mr. Eberstein,” Todd answers. His boss, in a nicely fitted suit, stands with his arms akimbo, fists on his waist. He’s backlit, making him look like a menacing figure emerging from the light inside his office.
“Get your ass in here, now!” He exalts.
“Yes, sir,” Todd obediently complies. Nancy, walking away, under her breath mutters, “Mr. Eberstein… what the hell…”
The door slams and locks like a prison cell as Todd sits himself in front of Mr. Eberstein’s nice mahogany desk. Mr. Eberstein makes his way behind the desk and raises one of the balls of his Newton’s Cradle and releases it. The rhythmic clanging sound like giant booming cannons to Todd.
“Todd, how long have you been working here?” Mr. Eberstein inquires.
“… months?” He replies.
“Less, try three weeks,” Mr. Eberstein corrects. Todd begins to dig his nails into the leather armrests as he tries to swallow the saliva culminating inside his mouth. “We have strict rules about fraternizing in this company, Todd.”
“Oh, I mean of course, Mr. Eberstein, I totally understand-” Todd begins to explain.
“Don’t interrupt me,” Mr. Eberstein interjected. He walks behind his desk leaving Todd to ponder why he was told be silent only to be left in awkward silence. I need to explain this to Nancy, he thinks to himself. She needs to know this was all a big misunderstanding…
“Betty, hold my calls,” Mr. Eberstein says pushing down on his intercom.
“Yes, sir,” She responds.
Mr. Eberstein unplugs the phone and walks to his window and shuts the Venetian blinds. Todd, sensing something awry, begins to stand up.
“Sit down, Todd,” Mr. Eberstein commands and Todd quickly complies. Mr. Eberstein makes his way to his door and Todd hears the latch on the door lock shut. Todd begins to breathe heavier as he feels the cold, clammy grips of Mr. Eberstein’s hands on his shoulders that slowly make their way down his arms.
He can feel the warmth of his boss’s breathe close to his ear, “But as the CEO of this company, I can always make a few exceptions. I have to say, that picture caught me off guard, but I like that, a man with confidence.”
Think quick, Todd thinks. He jumps out of his grip and turns around. Mr. Eberstein pushes the chair out of the way.
“You like it rough, huh!” He screams. Todd, like a man possessed, gathers all his strength and Spartan kicks Mr. Eberstein into the door, cracking it a little. Mr. Eberstein, gathering himself, shoots Todd a menacing smile as he uprights himself.
Todd quickly lunges at Mr. Eberstein, spearing him through the door out into the hallway. Getting up and dusting himself off, Todd stands above the unconscious Mr. Eberstein. He meets the stares from his shocked colleagues as he looks around. He spots Nancy, her mouth agape.
“I meant to show my dick to you, not him,” he says as he steps away from Mr. Eberstein, gets in an elevator, and watches the doors close on him.