"Call me sometime Mallory. I've left my card on the vanity. It has my 411."
"Right. Will do."
As I watched him leave my bedroom I noticed his stocky build. He was wearing a perfectly pressed navy polyester suit. Just as he exited through my door he turned and winked at me. It sent shivers up my spine. A depressing thought flooded my mind. He's seen me naked. Oh what I have I done?
I looked at the bright green numbers blaring at me through my table clock. Six twenty. I needed to get out of bed. Get a shower and catch my train. I can't be late for work again. I forced my legs over the side of the bed with the weight of what felt like a hundred cement stones. A splitting pain came over me. Water and aspirin. Must have water and aspirin.
As the hot, steamy water came pouring down over my sore, tired body I began to recount the events from the previous evening. I know there was wine. Lots of wine. A churning feeling filled my stomach. Never again. Never again will I indulge in anything to do with alcohol.
Cloudy pictures danced across the blackness behind my eye lids. Bit by bit I was piecing it together. An image of Jasper, my boss, buying bottle after bottle of merlot came to mind. That's right! After-work drinks with the big wigs from Genoway, our newest must-have client.
I work for a marketing firm called Maylar Media Inc.. I'm a junior sales rep trying to work my way up. Currently I'm working on a few different leads, mainly Genoway. Jasper says that if we land this account I can consider my long time coming promotion in the bag!
Genoway, crap! What did I do last night? The card! He said he left his card on the vanity. I scrambled out of the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my self. I ran to the vanity beside my bed leaving a trail of water behind me. Samuel Genoway, Account Executive, Genoway Sporting Equipment. Mr. Genoway's son? The Mr. Genoway's son? You've got to be kidding me!