Thursday 2 April 2015

Philip



We both walked out of the boss’ office.

“So you’re good to take Philip right?”

I groaned.

“I’ve had to deal with that lazy bastard for the last three projects!”

She crossed her arms.

“But our CEO’s nephew doesn’t keep making jokes about your tits.

Plus I’ll give you five percent of my budget.”

“I want ten this time.”

“Seven point five.”

“Eight.”

“Done.”

We shook hands and I went back to my cubicle, where Philip was playing on his phone.

“How much did you get for me?”

“Eight.”

“Sweet.” he said, as he left for his four hour lunch.

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