From a colleague

You and Dotty are getting along very well, aren't you? She is so fucking hot! Matt whispers to me. He seems to be just as bored out of his mind as I am.

Yeah, we are pretty good with each other. I comment without gaining to much attention from everyone else. I've had enough of this and stand up and shout. STOP! This meeting has been going on for more than two whole hours. We all have so much better things to do with our time. We end this right here. Ben, Jack, you go back and get behind your idea with the new design element for the website. Just the design, we get to the coding part later. Hammond, Jeremy, I want you to think of a new logo. Give me three, maybe four new designs. I look over at the last two. Mira and Samuel, I need you to get in contact with the customer and get a meeting with them on Monday. Get a feeling what they want and what they need. On Tuesday we all meet again at three. Everyone gets 10 minutes, so we can be over and done within an hour. I can feel a headache trying to rush in and I need to get outside rather quick and get some fresh air and maybe a bit more caffeine.
Thank you all for your time, now let's get back to work instead of arguing about nothing of substance. I end the meeting and open my laptop to check if I missed any important mails. With a lot of mumbeling the meeting room starts to empty out as I browse through my mails and enter the home office for tomorrow into my calender. As I look up only Matt is still with me. Can I do something for you? I ask before closing my laptop.

Tell me, is Dotty single? I can see a quick smile on his lips which fades rather quickly. I've known Matt for three years now and he has been single this past 9 months. I remember the day he called me in the morning, telling me about his breakup. I gave him a bit time off since he is a very reliable member of my team and we've had quiet a few beer induced talks before.

She is, but she isn't really looking for something serious as far as I know. I grab my laptop and my glass before looking at him. Meet me downstairs in 15 minutes. I want to talk to you and I need to get out and get some air.

He nods looking about bamboozled about my invitation but I know he will be there. I remember my short conversation with Dotty last week about her dream about having two men in bed. Matt isn't what I would call a friend and the idea of involving another person from the office might be stupid, but he would be Dotty's type and she is definitly hers. I could see the three of us having quiet a bit a fun. Let's see if he is down with that.