Greg cautiously waited for his boss to answer; he squeezed a donut into his mouth nervously. He felt the hard but fluffy chocolate melt down his throat; he clenched his fists and waited for his boss to continue. "Well, the news is good," his boss began, "but I'm not sure I want to discuss it on the phone. It's about a promotion, but I won't say more. Drop whatever you're doing and come and see me. Now."
Sitting bolt upright at the news, Greg nervously looked down at himself again. He'd tucked in the shirt unconsciously, and now hoped that there was no chocolate on it from his fingers. He grabbed a tissue and attempted to clean his hands better. No, he'd better go wash his hands. If he grabbed his jacket, he could just go right up after washing his hands. He grabbed his jacket with the less chocolatey hand and tore out of his office like a bat out of hell. In the corridor, Barry was just stepping out of his office when Greg blasted past him, Greg's generous gut smashing into Barry and pushing him out of the way.
"Goin' a bit fast there fat boy!" snarled Barry to Greg's rapidly departing broad backside.
Greg hurried through handwashing, and a tie and jacket check, then rushed for the elevator to the third floor. He arrived outside his bosses office and the assistant greeted him. "Get in there, he's expecting you."
"Greg," he said, welcoming hand outstretched, "have a seat. This will be much easier to talk about in person." While Greg's boss, Martin, always made Greg a little nervous, he was also easy to talk to, and Greg's weight was never a problem with him, as Martin and Greg had gone to the same university, and Martin...
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