Corporate Gaming

As the lights flashed huge financial prices Hanover walked away from the underdog presentation mumbling, “this one was for the gold edition and it put a lot of people out of the money.”

Returning to the suit area the cocktail server caught Evan showing his best jump shot with a rolled-up piece of paper, “Swish and it counts,” the cubicle resident made a touchdown signal with his arms.

“Evan Wood son of a gun people are out of the money,” Hanover mentioned making the accountant assistant give a strange look since he did not know the latest results on the big board.

“No, they aren’t,” Evan replied, “they know how to pace things out.”

Continuing through the secretary pool with individuals swimming in red tape paperwork Hanover noticed the boss throwing a pair of dice.

“Rock me roll me a winner,” Hanover heard entering the room, “ah the evil snake eyes.”

“Excuse me what are you doing?” the downstairs staffer inquired.

Suddenly, there was an interruption when a small communication device sent a notification message which made Mr. Wood comment, “better be Donna N,”

“N what if it isn’t?” The small box answered.

“I know it is a long shot that I am her Highland beach lover but,” the successful image dreamed about moving to her place.

“But you have a status to show,” the voice commented, “actually the caller says he is “The Fixer” and you are a winner,”

“A winner of what?”

“The man said a nice goal in the red-light district.”

Taking a second the big business leader smiled, “you want to play some hockey Hanover?”