The Boss, Part 1
Sarah wore dark red lipstick, a black pencil skirt and her hair in a pinned bun. Jason wore his hair in an uncombed mess, donned the same plaid shit from the day before, and his pants were wrinkled. He smiled at Sarah. She smiled but turned back to her computer screens quickly. He thought she didn't want to talk, but then, without looking at him, she asked him about his dog. "His name is Francis," he said, turning back to his monitors, not deigning to face her if she wouldn't face him. "Aww," she said, a little too sing-songy, like she didn't really mean it. He finished taking his notes about some customer who's credit card processor was back up and running. Why do I still work here? "Dude you gotta see this," said Leslie. Her hair was spiked. She was his lesbian best friend. She showed him a video where a cat chased another cat until one of them fell down a flight of stairs. Leslie laughed like it was her first time seeing the video. ...