The client is a guy with swagger, is restless and has a lot to talk about. Their boss throws a disgusting glance and points to the chair showing mock anger.
Thoughts spawning in the meeting room, thereafter:
X1: Traffic was such a bitch, now it must be rabid and fanatical. I hate Mumbai and the pig headed snorting ugly asshole (Boss)
Boss: Got late as always..and they blame traffic...Must be ripping Norah Jones album while driving, I have Queens playing in my head.
Client: Am I making sense..hrmph... These guys look nonplussed, as they were last time too.
X2: If I could just doodle or scribble or day dream. The booze has not gotten over me...my gut is still wrenching... or do I look blank and play in my mind Tony Bennett's 'The Way You Look Tonight'...Laptop is twittering in the backdrop and I am still not outta hang over. Should I play my fingers on the wooden surface, or the dumb fuck is gonna wake me up from the slumber. I have secretly contemplated my boss's burial ceremony (sinister laugh within)
X1: Man! it is difficult to concentrate.
