His boss saw him come in and called out, "Mortimer, come over here. Propose a toast to the executives."
He didn't mean anything by it; he'd just had too much to drink and wanted someone to take a few for him.
Mortimer Quincy pressed his lips together, walked over, and raised his glass to the executives.
The female executive across from him, a woman of about forty, was very interested in him. For the past few days, her gaze had kept drifting his way. "Mortimer, sit here. Walk me through the revisions to the contract."
Mortimer Quincy's expression soured. He suddenly pulled out his phone, his voice just loud enough for everyone present to hear, "Hey, honey. I'm at a business dinner. I'll call you back later."
The female executive froze at his words, a little surprised. "Married so young?"
Mortimer's boss seemed to have caught on. He smiled and nodded. "He is. They even have kids. Come, President Shaw, let me tell you about the contract."
