“The boss wants to see ya”.
Greg pointedly ignores the interruption. His fingers dance across the iPhone screen in front of him, constructing the perfect tweet. He doesn’t have the time or patience for Akis’ nonsense this early in the morning.
“I said the boss wants to see ya!” Tony’s tough guy Boston accent grows stronger, but continues to fall on deaf ears.
Greg smirks, hits send, and rises from his chair, brushing past Mr. Xypteras. He strolls toward Akis’ office, taking the long route just to be difficult. The sweet sounds of preseason college basketball drift down the hall, penetrating the still air of broken fandom.