4 PM, The Day Before, At RevTec

Dennis Thornton sat at his desk staring at a piece of paper. He wore glasses but they were pushed forward on his nose so he could look over them as he read intently.

Sitting across from him was Hunter Puissant. His large body was practically straddling the small ergonomic office chair he sat atop, leaning forward with his elbows on either knee and his hands folded up under his chin. His legs were long enough that he barely needed to lean at all to achieve the position. He was watching the older man with an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face.

After a few minutes looking the paper up and down, Thornton said, “I appreciate you bringing this to my attention Hunter. I can see that MotorBoys is on the list of prospecting clients that we gave you when you started.” He paused deliberately before continuing. “Here’s the thing though, there is a lot of overlap on these lists, and if someone has been actively working an account, well, that takes precedence when it comes to booking a sale.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes slightly as Thornton spoke but otherwise made no movement as he listened.

“Cuthbert has a well-documented history of contacting the client in our CRM, there’s just no way I could justify pulling this sale from him. And honestly, with an account this large and what it means to the company, I couldn’t risk pissing off the customer by swapping him out.”

Hunter still sat quietly, allowing silence to hang in the air as he continued to watch Thornton. Usually, he was laughing and making juvenile jokes trying to crack him up, so Thornton found the silence and expression a little disconcerting.

“Between you and me, there’s nothing I’d like more than to do this. I’ve been trying to get rid of him for the last couple of years. You know, he’s not really a team player. Comes in, barely hits his quota every quarter, rarely anything more than that… He’s kind of a stick in the mud, you know? I have no idea how he landed that hot girlfriend of his.”

For the first time, Hunter leaned forward a little more and arched one of his eyebrows with interest. “Oh yeah?” He asked.

“Seriously, she is one hot piece of tail. Looks sort of… sort of like a young Kate Beckinsale.”

Hunter’s expression changed again as he looked up and squinted as if he was trying to remember something. He clearly wasn’t sure who Kate Beckinsale was.

“You know, Kate Beckinsale, from the Underworld movies? Tight leather suit, hot ass?”

“Oh. Those vampire movies? I think I remember seeing those when I was like 9 or 10.” Hunter replied, making Thornton feel significantly old.

“The point is she’s a smokeshow. She’s got this perfectly round and tight little ass. She’s an athlete, field hockey or something. I’ve chatted her up a couple of times at events here, hoping I could find a way to get some alone time with her if you know what I mean.” He said with a cringy laugh that seemed to be trying to convey that he was joking but only made it sound creepier.

“Huh. Good to know.” Said Hunter, nodding his head in a more pronounced way. He grabbed his phone and started scrolling though it, though Thornton was unable to see exactly what he was doing. After a couple of seconds, he put his phone on the desk and slid it across.

Thornton picked it up and saw it was selfie of hot blonde with pigtails and wearing sunglasses. She was wearing a bikini top and was flashing a peace sign for the camera.

“See this girl?” Hunter asked. “This is Brandi, she’s a sophomore at UM.”

“She’s hot!” Thornton said, painfully stating the obvious.

“Yeah, she is. Thing is, Brandi will do anything I ask her to do.” He paused for a moment for effect and then added, “And when I say anything, I mean ANY-thing or ANY-one. So. If you can figure out a way to help me get a piece of that account, I’m sure I can hook you up with Brandi’s phone number and get you a piece of something way sweeter.”

Thornton stared at the picture as the wheels spun in his head. After moment, the pushed the phone back across the desk and said, “I think we can probably figure something out.”