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It was a boring weekly meeting as usual, “I need three volunteers who would like to go on a business trip to New Jersey, and make deals with potential buyers and investors,” the speaker says.
Luis fucking Carruthers of course opens his mouth and says he would like to go. Which is fine with me because who the hell wants that guy around. I’m okay with it until he looks at me with a cheesy smirk on his face.
“Would you like to volunteer too, Patrick?,” he says with a stupid grin on his face.
I glare at him, "I’ll have to look at my schedule,” I say as an excuse. Like hell I’ll go with you.
”Is anyone else interested in going?” the speaker asked in his annoying cheery voice.
“I’ll go.” says a guy a few chairs down from me. Who in their right mind would willingly stay in a car with Luis Carruthers for 2 hours straight. I turn my head towards the voice.
Of course it was Paul fucking Allen, the goody two shoes. Ever since Paul has gotten the Fisher account, I have been paying attention to him to figure out how HE of all people has gotten the Fisher account.
I raise my hand,” You know I’ll go too, I can just change my schedule.” I can’t let him think he’s better than me.
Luis smiles at me. Fucking freak.
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The next day I wake up to my alarm ringing at 7:00 am and begin packing my things I will need on the trip. I grab my favorite $80 moisturizer and my other skin products and pack them. In a separate luggage I fold all my suits and clothing - all designer of course - and neatly pack them along with all my expensive hair products and colognes. I always make sure to have two colognes, one for going to work and the other for going to the club.
As I’m getting ready to add my toothbrush to my luggage my phone rings.
Who the hell is calling me so early. I picked up the phone and surprise, Evelyn, of course. She’s the only one who would call me so early to whine about how the table covers she ordered for her halloween party aren’t the right color.
“Patrick, you finally picked up! The table covers I ordered were the wrong color and I'm behind schedule to prepare everything for the party,” she says in an irritating whiny voice.
“Listen, Evelyn-”
“Patrick can you please go grab some from the party store downtown,” she says suddenly cutting me off.
“Listen Evelyn,” I say louder this time,”I can’t, I have a business trip to go on today.”
“Well can you skip it? I really need this done Patrick.”
“I can’t Evelyn, it's really important. Besides, can't you go yourself?”
“No Patrick I can’t. Won’t you just skip the trip for me!” she says, almost yelling in my ear.
“No, Evelyn,” I say bluntly and hang up.
Jesus Crist she never shuts up.
As I head back to pack my luggage the phone rings again. I sigh.
I see the caller ID is Luis Carruthers and begrudgingly pick the phone up.
“Hello, Patrick?” Luis says, sounding sickly.
“Hello, Luis.”
“Hi um, I’m really sorry Patrick, but I’m sick so I can’t go on the trip today.”
I let out a breath of relief.
“No, it’s okay Luis. Paul and I can handle it. Thanks for calling.”
“Oh also Patr-”
I hung up the phone.
Thank god, I don’t know if I could have survived 4 days with that bastard.
Finally, I can continue packing my things. I gather the rest of my skincare products and put them in my luggage bag, before I zip the bag I almost forget to include my $70 dollar skin exfoliating towels. I am finishing up when my phone rings yet again.
“Hello?” I say irritated.
“Hey Patrick, when are you gonna be out here i’m waiting in the car?”
“Paul?” I say in a questioning tone.
“Yeah?”
“We have a driver right?”
“Actually… No. The company forgot to hire one and said we should just drive there.”
Shit. “Well okay then, I’ll be down there in ten.”
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I grab my luggage and head down the elevator making sure in the reflection of the elevator mirrors that my hair isn't out of place. As I make it out of the doors I see Paul waving at me from in the car.
He rolls the Window down,”You sure brought a lot for only 4 days Pat.”
“It’s Patrick, don't call me Pat.”
I put all my belongings in the trunk and got into the passenger seat.
He laughs lightly, “Sorry Patrick, but why so much luggage?”
“It’s important,” I say bluntly, wanting the idiotic conversion to end.
We drive for a few minutes until Paul starts speaking again.
“So, do you know if Luis is still coming? I haven't heard anything from him today?”
“He’s sick so he won’t be making it,” I say bluntly.
“Oh, Okay,” Paul says awkwardly.
After a few minutes of silence Paul turns the radio on to the top 40s radio channel.
After 20 minutes on the road I begin to feel sick due to the realization that I am gonna have to spend 4 days with Paul Allen. I close my eyes in an attempt to thwart the migraine I feel developing.
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I open my eyes and see Paul singing along to a horrible KISS song.
“I wanna rock and roll all night, and party everyday,” Paul sings while tapping the beat on the steering wheel.
I groan and turn my head to look out the window. My horrible migraine has come back, probably from this shitty music playing and Paul's horrible singing. As the song goes on I can feel myself getting car sick. Dammit. I groan and put my arm over my eyes.
“Oh you’re awake,” Paul says cherrily.
“Yeah, Your god awful music woke me up.”
“Oh, sorry Patrick, I just like that song alot. Did you know-”
“Pull over,” I say abruptly, cutting Paul off.
“What?”
“Pull Over,” I say urgently.
Paul stops at some trashy gas station. I immediately get out of the car and throw up in the grass.
“Shit, I didn’t know you got carsick man,” paul says, slightly worried.
“Um, hold on a second i’ll be back,” Paul speed walks into the gas station.
After puking I slowly make my way back to the car.
I wipe my face with napkins from the glovebox and look up to see Paul jogging over to me with a bottle of water and snacks.
“Here,” he hands me water and a pack of saltine crackers.
“Um, thanks,” I say.
“I guess it’s a good thing we stopped because I was getting pretty hungry.”
Paul grabs the snack he got and begins eating it.
“I also got you one too,” He tries to hand me a twinkie.
Disgusting.
“I don’t like those.”
“Oh, okay then. Well, are you ready to keep driving? We have to make it there by 2:00.”
“Yeah I know let’s go.”