Sam sits at a long table with his boss, Finn Hudson, one of his best friends and other boss Noah Puckerman, and His other best friend Mike Chang. One wall of the room is glass, giving a view of the outer office activity.
FINN
Sam, did you talk to our Irish friend, Rory Flanagan?
SAM
As a matter of fact, I just got off the line with him in Berlin.
FINN
And?
SAM
Rory doesn't like the way the Stock Market's been gyrating and he thinks the
hedge fund wave is about to crest.
FINN
Do you think he's right?
SAM
Hell, no. I think he's a hundred percent wrong. We haven't even gotten close to
that point yet. Hedge fund demand is coming from individual investors which is
why it's gaining mainstream acceptance. You know Rory. He gets paranoid when
anything goes mainstream. He started making Auf Wiedersehen noises but I
managed to talk him into a private equity portfolio instead... to the tune of 155 mil.
Finn nods his head and then turns to look at Puck who is also nodding. He then looks at Sam with a pleased expression on his face.
PUCK
I knew there was a reason I promoted you.
No offense to you, Mike.
MIKE
None taken, Puck. I'm just honored to be
allowed to exist in Sam's world.
Sam looks over at Puck and Mike who wink at him. They're friends and good-natured ribbing is part of their relationship.
FINN
Good. I want you to throw Sam all your
support on this one.
That's when the same woman from the elevator walks by on the other side of the glass.
Puck and Finn perk up.
FINN
Whose legs are those?
MIKE
Never seen `em before.
SAM
I think she's one of the temps.
FINN
You mean temptress...
PUCK
Remind me to call that agency and have them send over a
couple more just like her. Doesn't hurt to have a little eye candy
around the office, does it, boys?
Finn agrees. Sam and Mike merely nod. As married men, they are not comfortable with this tone of sexism.
Later
It's the end of the day and the workers are leaving. As Sam passes an open
office door, Puck sticks his head out.
PUCK
I scored an extra Lakers ticket for tomorrow night. Think you can get free?
Sam shakes his head.
SAM
Can't tomorrow we have to finish
moving into the new house.
PUCK
So?
SAM
Do I look like a man who wants a divorce?
PUCK
Just do what I did? I told Rachel it's a work
emergency.
SAM
Thanks, but I think I'll stay married
instead.
PUCK
Coward.
Puck ducks back into his office. Sam walks toward the elevator but as he passes a cubicle
he hears a voice.
WOMAN
Good night, Mister Evans.
Sam stops, turns and sees EW (elevator woman) sitting at a computer station smiling.
EW
You punk'd me.
Sam laughs and then responds.
SAM
Sorry but you set me up.
The woman smiles and then replies.
EW
Don't worry. I'll get my revenge. And by the way, you might like to know
everybody who works here strongly disagrees with you.
SAM
About what?
EW
About Sam Evans being an asshole. They all say he's the nicest guy
in the firm.
SAM
Well, that just proves he's got `em all
fooled.
EW
And he's humble, too. I'm Quinn, by the
way. Quinn Fabray.
SAM
Well, it was nice to meet you, Quinn
Fabray. Good luck with your next job -
As Sam continues on to the elevator, Quinn calls after him
QUINN
Actually, they're keeping me on a few
more days, so I'll probably see you on
Monday.
She can't tell if he heard her or not. Quinn watches him go out of sight, then, curious, she turns to her computer and pulls up Sam's bio and picture on the company web site:
"Sam Evans graduated from UCLA with a major in finance.
Began his career with major Wall Street Brokerage firm before
joining Puckerman/Hudson working with clients to help them
accomplish their investment objectives. From asset
allocation and investment planning, pension analysis, etc."
She smiles and nods impressed.
So everyone who guessed the woman was Quinn was correct. Also to my reader who wanted the mysterious to be Kitty don't worry. She will make an apperance in this story.
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