A grumbling Bongero was waiting for Nick when he arrived on Monday morning. This time he ragged about Nick being late.
“I was in the lobby talking with a client,” Nick said. “Is that okay?”
“Who?”
“The folks from John Deere. They have a problem with one of
our people. So I thought I would try to sort things out.” “You?” he yelled. “That’s my account!”
“Yes, it is.” Nick kept his composure. He had to fight off his alter ego that wanted to deck the son of a bitch standing before him. “Truth is, they don’t really like you, sir.”
“You saying I am the one they have a problem with?” “I am, sir.”
“What have I done to cause them to not like me?”
“Well, from what I gathered, you just don’t run like a Deere, so
to speak.”
As a fuming Bongero stormed away, Nick threw his hands in the air at Bella. “Another great start to another great day at AdWorks.” He made a beeline to his office, threw his briefcase down in the empty chair in front of his desk, and immediately picked up the
phone.
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