Bill walks down the hall, his right hand clutching that morning's notes held close to his chest. He reaches the elevator and pushes the down button, not giving it any thought, the same as he has done for the many years before. He clears his throat and glances at his watch, afraid he might be late for his weekly meeting with Tom. Not that he has ever been late but the fact that he might not show up 10 minutes early. As his eyes come back up the elevator doors open and it's him again, John Curie, the AD, his "boss". As if on cue, John flashes a smile at Bill, one of those "it's time to turn it on" smiles John is so adept at using at fund raisers. Not relishing these encounters, Bill quickly steps in to the left of John, turns forward, and presses his floor button.
to be continued............