The Millionaire's Goofball

Chapter 2

Christian's work building is five minutes north of our house, whereas mine is twenty minutes

south.

We never do get to have lunch together as a break from work, but I feel like the distance makes

his random phonecalls during the day even more meaningful.

Unfortunately, he hasn't called yet today.

Lunch has come and passed and even though he doesn't call every single day, I was hoping he

would call to ease my nerves about tonight.

I met his family once for less than two minutes and even then, I only said hello.

Like everyone knows, Christian Monochero can be uptight at times, but his parents are said to be

him times fifty.

All I can do is hope I don't mess this up with one of my bad jokes or something.

Finally finishing the script for the sun company's commerical, I print it out and slip it Into a

manila folder, walking back to the board room where everyone else was throwing around ideas

for a billboard earlier.

Upon entry, I drop the folder in front of my supervisor who also happens to be my good friend

and walk around the table to sit in my seat across from him.

"That was fast Vasy."

I cringe at the nickname. Abel knows I hate it, yet he mocks me with it every day.

He opens it up and scans the sheet, sipping on his coffee in the process.

He nods, sips, nods...

I can't describe the noise he makes, but his hand flies over his mouth so as not to spit out his

coffee.

This is where noise comes from, though.

With nowhere for the air to escape and coffee trapped in Abel's mouth, a sound that can only be

described as an elephants honk comes tumbling out of his nose followed by streams of his brown

beverage.

I laugh as my friends nose turns into a faucet and the people sitting next to him jump out of their

chairs to safety.

Abel shakes his head and pinches his nose, probably from the burn of hot coffee.

"So you like it?" I ask with a wide smile.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out hoping it's a call, but it turns out to be my first

alarm.

Luckily there are two more to go off plus my watch. I have time.

Abel blows his nose with a tissue that someone handed him and groans lightly.

He shakes his shaggy brown haired head and looks at me dully.

"We're going to get sued if the viewers have that same reaction I just did."

Shrugging, I stand in preparation to excuse myself.

"Sit down Vasy!" Abel orders pointing to my seat.

"It's great and the punch line is... Deadly to say the least."

My phone vibrates again and I turn the alarm off quickly, hoping he'll get to the point quicker.

"Thanks to your outstanding proposal, I may have to cancel my nose hair appointment. They

must be singed off by now," he says scrunching nose dramatically.

Some people around the table laugh and I nod, begging him to hurry.

"You'll have to print out a new copy though," he says holding up the coffee splattered paper.

"Leave it on my desk when you're done."

I grab the sheet in a flash, almost ripping the wet parchment in the process.

Printer, printer, printer.

I drop the ruined sheet in the bucket and hit the "last" button on the printer.

My script comes out slowly, but I snatch it up upon completion and race to the other end of the

building.

It's four halls down and I drive my whole body Into the wooden door whilst trying to turn the

handle and run in at the same time.

What?

I shake the door handle and curse under my breath.

No.

Just as I realize it's locked, my watch goes off. The final alarm alerting me that if I'm not in my

car right now, then I'm late.