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Warning: This will contain slashy elements in future chapters, but then, what Dogma fic doesn't somehow? Any way, if boy/boy stuff annoys or offends you, then don't read this. You've been warned…
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Chapter 2: The Meeting
Barry made his way to the office of the CEO, Mr. Mills. The hallway was long and marble, and his footsteps seemed to echo endlessly, but he didn't notice, since his heart was racing and there were so many thoughts racing through his head at the time, mostly confusion over the letter, but something also was tugging at him from inside. If only he could figure out what the hell it was…
He finally approached a large wooden door with a placard reading "D. P. Mills, Chief Executive Officer." He opened the door and sat himself down on the couch outside his office. This office always gave him a strange feeling, almost like a déjà vu. He often had a reoccurring dream about a place like this: he was sitting outside a boardroom, and someone was inside killing everyone in there, but he didn't seem to care, because he just sat there reading a magazine. That one just freaked him out, unlike the one about flying around above a church; that one scared him shitless.
Before he could dwell on it any longer, a secretary came out of the other room, apparently from her lunch break, since she was holding what looked like a doggie bag from a restaurant. "Mr. Gregory?" he nodded. "Mr. Mills will see you now." His stomach rumbled. Geez, wish they had invited me to lunch…
The office was a bit larger than his, with a better view of the city. The walls were plastered with posters, mostly comic book characters. The one directly behind the desk was a large one of the last ever issue of "Bluntman and Chronic," signed by the artists, no less. Barry hated that comic. Just two stoner retards trying to pass themselves off as decent superheroes. I can only imagine what the guys who drew that are like…
"Barry, please, sit down." He turned to see a short, stocky man in a brown suit enter the room. He sat behind the desk, indicated a chair for Barry, and proceeded with the conference.
"Now I'm sure you've heard that our company has been thinking of expanding its business to the east coast of the country. Now, for the last few weeks the board and I have been trying to find the perfect guy to head our operations at our new location, and we decided that because you are so dedicated to your work and won't be bothered much by the move, that you would be a good candidate. So, what do you say, are you willing to take on a project like this?"
Barry's jaw dropped. Wow, this must be that promotion that that person was talking about in the letter. "Uhhh… sure," he said nodding. "Where and when will I be going?"
"Well, we're starting small. We've just purchased a large office in Massachusetts. Do you think you could be out there by next week?"
"Yeah, actually, my sister lives there, I guess." She did say she was my sister, right? "I'll give her a call and see if it's okay if I can stay with her for a while."
"Great! We can book you a flight on Thursday." That's what got him. Barry had always hated Thursdays, since he had been told that the accident was on a Thursday.
"Uh, Thursday's not a good day for me. Could we possibly try Friday instead?"
"Sure, I guess. Anyway, you can go now. Come in tomorrow to collect your things and get some final instructions. Other than that, you have the rest of the week off."
Sorry this is so short, but I've been really busy lately! I start junior year in three weeks, and I need to do just about all my work, so the writer's block my set in.
The next chapter should be up within the next week, so keep reviewing until then!