
11-8-2012
He looked around his new office and took a deep breath.
This was his office now. This was his place.
At least, in theory it was. The walls were empty now, the pictures that had previously adorned them gone. He could still see the faded outlines of the pictures on the wall.
His eyes found their way to those outlines. Lance Blanks, his predecessor, had significant NBA ties. Andy had only been in this office once before and there were a number of pictures in it featuring famous NBA players from Isaiah Thomas to Lebron James. The guy knew people … he knew players.
Andy felt very small in this office.
“You didn’t earn it, you know.”
He turned around and found the voice coming from none other than Veronica. Her blonde hair was in a pony tail today.
He cleared his throat. “I know that.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”
He nodded. “I just lucked into this, that’s all. We both know it.”
She looked around the empty walls of the office. “Well, what are you going to do with it?”
He met her eyes. “Actually … nothing.”
“What?” She asked in surprise.
“I don’t want this as my office. It’s … it’s not mine.” He folded his hands
behind his back and walked over to her. “I have a place all ready.”
“You’re kidding me,” she said as she shook her head. “You want to stay in
that cramped little office in the basement? That thing we had to put you in while we waited for things to get … cleaned up.”
He felt a chill go down his spine. Cleaned up … that barely described it. He put the images of the scene of the slaughter out of his mind ... why he felt like he needed to see those pictures he didn’t know. “Do you want to be up here where that happened?” He asked pointedly.
She opened her mouth to respond but stopped, seemingly thinking better of it.
“I thought so,” he said as he straightened his tie. After a moment he just gave up on it and took it off.
“I don’t tip well,” she joked.
He flashed a smirk at her. “Well, I don’t take anything more off until I see some singles.”
She chuckled and sat down on the floor. He followed suit. “You know, your secretary is gonna be pissed you pass up on this.”
“It’s not that bad down there.”
She looked out the large window, her eyes taking in the view. “It lacks
light.”
“It’s comfy,” he countered. “Cramped, maybe, but it reminds me of my college dorm room … this office is way too big anyway.”
“Did you hear about Iguodala and Jennings?”
Always so quick to change things back to business, he thought to himself sourly. He could never quite figure out how to ask her out to lunch. “Yeah, I heard … they’re going to free agency. It doesn’t matter to me … remember, I’m temporary.”
“You are … maybe.”
He looked at her curiously. “Maybe?”
She stood. “Your moves with Gordon and Oden are working out. Gordon seems to be getting more comfortable with things.”
“He did drop 32 points last night,” Andy said with a bit of pride.
“It was against the Bobcats,” she countered.
His pride instantly became deflated. “Granted … but still, pretty good.”
“Against the Bobcats,” she reminded him again with a smirk. “I’m not saying you’re going to keep this job past this season but if the team keeps this upward trajectory … maybe you have a shot in hell. It doesn’t even have to be frozen.”
He wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not. “Well … I’ll do my best.”
“Just don’t screw up.”
He nodded. “Right.”
She put her hands on her hips-and boy did she have some nice hips-and gazed over the room one more time. “It’s a nice office.” With that, she left.
He stared after her, his eyes watching her backside walk away, and sighed.
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