Trinity marched out the meeting room. Her cheeks were red with rage as she walked with long, quick strides back to her office. Jack followed her out perturbed by the latest marketing flop that was laid out for all the executives to witness. He watched as Trinity’s hips trailed off down the hall. Trinity was wearing a skin-tight, black pencil skirt. Jack could just make out her straight chestnut brown, shoulder length hair swaying as she power walked down the hall. Before she turned the corner, she locked eyes with Jack and then disappeared.
Jack shook his head and walked the opposite way down the hall. The marketing campaign he and Trinity had put together was a stroke of genius. The executives; however, were older and didn’t understand its viral nature. They were practically laughed out of the room. He had some ideas to make it more palpable while retaining its original premise.
The light in Jack’s office faded as the sun went down. He was happy to have a window, but his office butted against the employee parking lot, so it wasn’t much of a view. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Jack had lost track of time rewriting the proposal in a long email to Trinity. He answered his phone, “Hey, sorry.”