Fufillment
Jack
"I'll leave you to it,'' Olivia mutters obviously sensing the awkwardness at this. Gill's smile even widens as she walks to the door "Come by my desk later, we can exchange numbers," she waves before walking out. My eyes linger on the door longer than they should.
"So you're the new hotshot that Mike couldn't stop talking about,'' he finally breaks the ice with a conversation. I turn back to him slowly and he smiles even wider. At this point, it looks like he will rip his mouth apart if he continues smiling.
I walk over to the front of his desk "Please have a seat,'' he ushers for me. I oblige. Just knowing that Mike has been talking about me is already too much pressure. I am not a hotshot like they think I am. I am a man that barely has his shit together.
"I don't know about Hotshot but you got the new part right,'' I tell him as I sit down in front of him.