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on every other square block.
    Adam sported his brand -new beige suit, whose fabric was closer to a gunny sack than the makeup of the fine Opus Wool suits he was accustomed to wearing as a fashion editor. Big and Tall sold functional suits for boxy guys and that’s what he was: a refrigerator shape wrapped in a gunny sack suit. He stood miserably in front of the elevator, pushing the call button in staccato bursts with a fat index finger, his laptop/tablet bag in hand and acrid sweat pouring down the sides of his bloated, mottled face.
    His assistant Spencer ’s eyes were bugged out in shock. His lips pressed together. He hadn’t said a word since delivering the suit, shirt, and boxers to his admired mentor. Dressed like a peacock, in a pink jacket with immaculate white trousers that clung tightly onto his slender frame, Spencer stood juxtaposed against his slovenly boss, patiently waiting for the elevator door to open.
    Finally, with a whirr, t he gold engraved elevator doors split, revealing a half-dozen pairs of drone eyes which immediately drew pity for the grotesque, pathetic man who had no business standing in the lobby with a confident demeanor fit for an alpha male half his size.
    “ Y...you should probably move out of the way so they can get out,” Spencer stammered.
    Adam stood still. His eyes transfixed on the back wall of the opened elevator car. “These people used to quickly make way for me every morning. Why should things change now?”
    Spencer cleared his throat and didn ’t respond.
    The stalemate ended when the girl at the front of the elevator shot Adam a nasty scowl and walked around him.
    “Rebecca in accounting. She didn’t even recognize me,” he mouthed.
    “ Of course she didn’t recognize you, sir.”
    “ How quickly they forget. I banged her in the storage closet just last week.”
    Adam and Spencer walked into the empty elevator. As the doors began closing, a short, spry blonde in a business suit shouted, “Wait, wait!”
    Spencer held the elevator. Tracy, the magazine’s art contributor, huffed and puffed as she entered the elevator. She immediately recognized Spencer. “Hey, Spence. Love the pink jacket.” She paused. “God, I hope Adam doesn’t kill me for being late. Again.”
    Spencer remained quiet. He darted a couple of glances at Adam.
    “Good morning, Tracy,” Adam greeted her.
    Tracy turned around and gazed up at Adam ’s gigantic face. She squinted at first and then her face paled. “Adam? Adam, oh my God. Umm...I...I have a couple of stories you’ll like, I think.” She turned around and stood stiffly, waiting for the elevator door to open. She stared pensively at the reflective doors in front of her, in shock that her boss had transformed into a humongous toad. She couldn’t tear away her eyes.
    The elevator doors opened and the group stepped into the waiting area of Estil Magazine . The trendy lobby was filled with custom furniture, abstract paintings, and exotic bromeliads and other rainforest plants, all of which Adam had commissioned a month after becoming editor. He’d even hired a special plant caretaker just for the orchids.
    Trying to hold in a squeal of horror, Tracy whisked by the receptionist ahead of Spencer and Adam.
    The receptionist briefly looked up in between calls and smiled at both men. “Morning, Spencer.” She then made eye contact with Adam. “And who may I ask you’re here to see?” she asked.
    “ I hired you, remember?” Adam snarled.
    “ Excuse me, sir? Who are you here to see so I may announce you?”
    Spencer walked up to the receptionist counter and placed his hand on the cold marble. “Genie, this is Adam. He’s had a rough morning.”
    Genie smirked. “No, really?”
    Spencer stood motionless with an unamused face.
    Genie stared into Adam ’s eyes. Her fidgetiness soon gave way to panic. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Cagle. Can I help you with your jacket, have you had coffee? Can I get you something to eat, are you