A/N: You were all pleased that I was gonna post 3 times per week. I think it will be on Tue, Thur and Sat! Sound good to you! Thanks for all the support.. I know.. this is a slow build.. but we are getting there... I promise!

To my girls: TeamPattinson- my beta of awesomeness- fanfichardcor and CullensTwiMistress- pre-readers who suppoerted this little diddy from day one. So beause of that.. CTM makes an appearance in this chapter... I like her..will you?

I don't own Twilight.. just a health obsession! ENJOY!

6

EPOV

Three sets of eager eyes watch as the waitress sets down three frosty mugs, a bowl full of orange slices and a huge pitcher of Blue Moon beer.

"Will that be all for now? Would you like some appetizers?"

We all look at each other. Emmett of course nods yes and Missy who sits next to me just shrugs.

Since I didn't want to get hammered I nod yes.

Emmett jumps right in with his order.

"Can I have the loaded potato skins, an order of mozzarella sticks and some chicken wings?" He shuts the menu closed with finality and looks at me.

I quickly look at the menu, "Umm, can I have the chicken quesadillas and spinach artichoke dip with bread."

That should help soak up the alcohol.

"Sure thing," smiles our waitress, "I'll put these orders in for you."

Without saying another word, all three of us reach for the orange slices, squeeze them into our cups, and drop them in. One by one we filled up our frosty mugs. We all took a deep draw and sigh in contentment.

There is a momentary pause and we all start laughing. It felt good after the craptastic day that I just had. I scrub my face, trying to wipe the memory clean.

Em leans forward, elbows on the table, "So, dish. What happened?"

I look at Missy, the head of our Graphic Design department. She shook her head at me. Figures she would leave me to tell the story. I give her a small smile then I flip her off. She was normally quiet, but could be a real ball buster, as evident in today's meeting, if she wanted.

I swear she is keeping tabs on us all for some raunchy tell-all book for when she retires. But I have to give it to her; she was one of the few department heads that didn't rebuke my attempts to talk to them about their needs.

She understood, without good, working and high quality computers it didn't matter what software you used, it would all be crap.

That was why when we were approached by DrawPro, I immediately got her on board. Together we set up the test parameters and I invited her to all the meetings I had about the program.

I take another gulp and begin my story.

"So I bring the data to Missy, who then proceeds to swear like a two-bit hooker..."

"Umm excuse me Mr. Pretty Hair? I swear like a high class hooker," she interrupts then winks and blows me a kiss.

I roll my eyes, "Whatever," but I still give her a crooked smirk and a wink back. She pretends to swoon.

"Ok, enough with the sexual banter. I want to hear the story," whines Emmett.

"Ohh poor baby. Still can't find a guy who will suck your pencil dick?" retorts Missy. "Maybe you should check out midget night at the karaoke bar."

Em flips off Missy, "Excuse me; my Rosie is more than happy with me and my dick. In fact just last night…"

"Ok, enough already. You two play nice or I'll lock you in a room together. Anyhow, once Ms. Priss gets done swearing we start organizing everything for the meeting. So there we are meeting with the representative with DrawPro, the VP of Creative Design, VP of Product Design and the VP of Marketing. We display our data, the VP's allow DrawPro to defend their product."

Missy snorts next to me and I bite back a laugh.

I continue on telling Emmett how it begins to look like the VP's are gonna buy the shit that DrawPro is spouting.

"Then the rep says something along the lines that the software is designed to be easy to use by anyone. To which Missy jumps in after being silent the whole time and says 'Just because a monkey can use it, doesn't make him a graphic designer.'"

Em hoots and hollers at this, fist pounding the table.

"She then asks them if any of the software designers were graphic designers or knew anything about graphic design. When they can't answer, she stands up, looks at the VP's and tells them, 'My staff are artists, they studied and worked their asses off to put out good product. But give them crappy software and that goes down the shitter.'"

"You didn't?" Em questioned Missy with wide eyes.

"Sure did. Those fuckers in upper management don't know shit. I put it in terms they could understand." She shrugs as if telling off three VP's is an everyday occurrence.

"What now?"

We both look at Em.

"We have one week to come up with better software." I reply.

With that, the three of us drain our glasses and refill them back up. I want to forget this day.

A/N: Aww..see... Missy is one bad ass chica! A little more of Puterward.. hmm. Blue Moon beer is soo yummy and they really do serve it with orange slices... soo damn good!

Tell me what ya think.. hmm what are your thoughts? See ya on Saturday!