“Hey, your job is to let me know when people are here for me. They shouldn’t be texting me that they’re waiting for me like this is a fucking college dorm. This is a high end designer brand, not a shitty salon where you can file your nails and go on Facebook all day. Do your job, or I’ll find someone else.” He walked toward Jamie, but stopped himself, turning back to her. “Also, when comes in the future, just send him in.” He turned back to Jamie and extended his hand out to him. “I’m so sorry,” then lead him through the workspace to his office in the back. It was completely surrounded by glass, so he was able to see all aspects of the open floor planned office. He turned to face him and sighed, “this is definitely how I wanted the night to start, but I hope the rest of the night can make up for it.” 

It was a night almost completely dedicated to him and his company. And, while he should have been excited, it only made him feel like he was getting old too quickly in an industry that didn’t like old age. Of course, he was only on the business side of things. But he helped build an empire. And one wrong move could tear him, and his business, his life, down. This was why, after the ceremony, and the speech, and the mingling after, he hung back. Watching other people interact while he drank a beer at a hightop table alone. He preferred it this way. At least then he wouldn’t have to fake another smile, which his cheeks hurt from doing so much. There was only so much he could take. That was when he saw a familiar face come up next to him, one he recognized from inside the house. “You’re the kid with the nice smile,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “They make you cater and usher? You must be tired.”

wes: are you still awake?