The next morning, Jack was late, and no one was very surprised.
"Maybe he decided to take a sick day," Vivian suggested, sipping her coffee.
"Mm-mm, not Jack," Samantha responded, sitting down next to Vivian. "He's too stubborn. He's got to be late for another reason."
"Maybe he was arrested for refusing to pay more Chinese nail ladies," Danny suggested, a devil's gleam in his eye, as he stirred some sugar into his coffee. Martin shook his head.
"Don't even suggest that, man," Martin said, running a hand through his hair and plopping down across from Samantha. "He already called and said he'd be late today. Didn't say why, though."
"How did he sound?" Samantha asked, her voice slightly clipped.
"Gay," was Martin's immediate response. Samantha winced.
"You guys, I think this is something that needs to be taken more seriously," Vivian said, while Danny quipped on about wrist motions and sipped his coffee with his pinkie raised. "There could be something really wrong with him, especially after a blow to the head like that," she finished, folding her hands and looking at her coworkers.
"Oh, come on. He'll be ok. I mean, can we really expect him to just be himself after a bang on the head like that?" Danny asked, sitting back in his chain and folding his hands behind his head.
"Come on, Vivian's right," Martin said, giving Danny a warning look, while Samantha just stared into the depths of her coffee cup. Just then, Danny gasped.
"Elvis?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, as a man in a lavender-purple suit came walking towards them. He had on a frilled white shirt and polished white shoes. His tie was a light blue and complimented the suit rather well. As the man approached them, Samantha let out a small gasp, then a sob, and raced away to the bathroom. Martin followed her, making sure she was all right.
"Good morning, Jack," Vivian said, unfazed, offering the man a tight smile. He smiled back, but only slightly.
"It's Jacques," he said, correcting her. She raised her eyebrows and nodded.
"Good morning, Jacques," she said. Jack smiled and pranced into his office Right before Jack stepped into his office, he stopped and looked back at Vivian, his eyes lighting up.
"You know what this place needs?" Jack asked, a wide smile taking over his face.
"No, Jacques. What does it need?" Vivian asked, folding her hands.
"Curtains!" Jack exclaimed, and raced into his office. Vivian looked up at Danny, giving him a deadpan look.
"Now are you convinced?" she asked. "Your boss who couldn't even match two socks together three days ago is in his office probably ordering curtains for the whole building as we speak."
"I'm convinced," he said, shaking his head. "Boy, am I convinced."
"Maybe he decided to take a sick day," Vivian suggested, sipping her coffee.
"Mm-mm, not Jack," Samantha responded, sitting down next to Vivian. "He's too stubborn. He's got to be late for another reason."
"Maybe he was arrested for refusing to pay more Chinese nail ladies," Danny suggested, a devil's gleam in his eye, as he stirred some sugar into his coffee. Martin shook his head.
"Don't even suggest that, man," Martin said, running a hand through his hair and plopping down across from Samantha. "He already called and said he'd be late today. Didn't say why, though."
"How did he sound?" Samantha asked, her voice slightly clipped.
"Gay," was Martin's immediate response. Samantha winced.
"You guys, I think this is something that needs to be taken more seriously," Vivian said, while Danny quipped on about wrist motions and sipped his coffee with his pinkie raised. "There could be something really wrong with him, especially after a blow to the head like that," she finished, folding her hands and looking at her coworkers.
"Oh, come on. He'll be ok. I mean, can we really expect him to just be himself after a bang on the head like that?" Danny asked, sitting back in his chain and folding his hands behind his head.
"Come on, Vivian's right," Martin said, giving Danny a warning look, while Samantha just stared into the depths of her coffee cup. Just then, Danny gasped.
"Elvis?" he asked, rubbing his eyes, as a man in a lavender-purple suit came walking towards them. He had on a frilled white shirt and polished white shoes. His tie was a light blue and complimented the suit rather well. As the man approached them, Samantha let out a small gasp, then a sob, and raced away to the bathroom. Martin followed her, making sure she was all right.
"Good morning, Jack," Vivian said, unfazed, offering the man a tight smile. He smiled back, but only slightly.
"It's Jacques," he said, correcting her. She raised her eyebrows and nodded.
"Good morning, Jacques," she said. Jack smiled and pranced into his office Right before Jack stepped into his office, he stopped and looked back at Vivian, his eyes lighting up.
"You know what this place needs?" Jack asked, a wide smile taking over his face.
"No, Jacques. What does it need?" Vivian asked, folding her hands.
"Curtains!" Jack exclaimed, and raced into his office. Vivian looked up at Danny, giving him a deadpan look.
"Now are you convinced?" she asked. "Your boss who couldn't even match two socks together three days ago is in his office probably ordering curtains for the whole building as we speak."
"I'm convinced," he said, shaking his head. "Boy, am I convinced."