More Than a Suit: Tobie“Hey, Tobie. How was your weekend?” John DeWitt asked me while pouring his coffee.
“It was good, thanks.” I added a ton of creamer to my cup. John preferred his coffee black as tar.
“I hung out at a Cinco de Mayo festival near my apartment. Drank a shitload of beer.”
John and I worked together as associates for EnerGen International, in the acquisitions department. We’d started with the company at the same time as interns, and eventually had been hired on full-time.
“Oh, right. I totally forgot about that.” John took a sip of his coffee and closed his eyes in bliss.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Partied all weekend. I can barely walk, but it was so worth it,” he replied with a grin.
I laughed. “Oh my God, you’re such a slut!”
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