Taking Care of Business

Right now, he had on his distance lenses so he could watch Julie on the monitor. That meant he needed help to read the contract. Instead of reading glasses that made him feel like an old man, he chose to use the massive wall-mounted contraption that made him look like an engineer.

Sam sighed and scrawled his signature on the appropriate lines, then leaned back in his chair. He had to get his mind off of Julie and back onto his company. “So, do you really have Thursday-morning depression to report? More than a general I-hate-this-economy?”

Roger swooped up the signed contract and popped it into his briefcase. “Sadly, yes. We’re not selling enough robots.”