Percy Brockton loved working for CondoCapture. He was lead salesman in the office and was highly respected in his extraordinary ability to break the hardest of sells. His triumphs had lead the company to grow exponentially in recent years.
He had an innate knack when it came to upselling rental to buy Condo’s and his way with customers was nothing short of outstanding. Regularly he would be top of the leader board, and through his diligent enthusiasm everything ticked over just wonderfully at the Midwest company.
The owner, Dick Holroyd, was thrilled when the latest reports came through that sales targets had smashed the year on year record - and he had no other reason than to thank his loyal servant, Percy. He called him into the office one morning to congratulate him on his esteemed efforts.
“Percy, my Mr. Fabulous man,” Dick waved in an appreciable manner, lavishing smiles abundance as the perfect little sales clerk peaked round the door at his boss.
“Come in, come in, there’s Foie-Gras & Bellini’s all round for my number one sales rep!”
Indeed, a tray had been set up on the table. Kosher and pristine with two glasses filled bubbling with the alcoholic drink, Percy was somewhat taken back by the gratitude. The server, a portly middle-aged lady, left the two of them to one another’s company, smiling sweetly towards Percy as she left.
“How are you anyway, kiddo?” Dick said attentively, cupping his hands around the shoulders of his star pupil.
“Never been better Sir. Wow it all seems very lavish! So kind of you to have brunch at the ready for me! What will the others thin, ha ha?”
Dick gazed out of his window into the office. All his busy bees working tirelessly to support the Queen at the top of the pyramid! Yet he treated them well, with good pay scales, holidays and a plethora of perks to make the job more than ever a fantastic experience.
“You know, Foie-Gras gets such a bad rep, but in Europe they know how to live well, culinary excellence and all that! It’s why I wish for you to try some, you can’t get it here in the states so I have it shipped over. I must say, it’s utterly divine!”
He offered the tray up to Percy, who smiling candidly took up the offer of the indulgent treat.
“Here let me propose a toast to ‘You, me & CondoCapture’ after all we are doing excellent of late, and it’s you, Percy, I have to thank”
Percy felt joyous and gladly accepted the invitation to bask in Dick’s victory speech.
“Tell me, sir, what plans going forward, is it expansion? I’m hearing so much lately of the future.”
They chinked their glasses together, toasting the occasion before Dick continued, “The future is bright, the future is here - indeed! I wish to offer you firstly my warmest thanks for all you’ve done. Secondly in return for all you’ve achieved I will be sending you on a get-away vacation! You and nine of the other highest achievers will be spending a week away, skiing at the luxurious ‘Peppermint Glaciers’ - yep that’s right in Aspen!”
Percy was shocked! He did not expect such an offer, but he had never been skiing before so the lure was more than inviting.
“Wow thank you, Sir! I gather me and the other achievers like Ridgley and O’Hara will be there also! It will be great as they are real buds of mine. Honestly this is will be a fantastic vacation to look forward too!”
Dick chugged back his Bellini, brushing the bristles of his moustache clean in element before offering Percy a Foie-Gras on cracker to celebrate the occasion, with another glass of booze to match!
He was a tall man, thin cheeked with an attractive jaw-line to match. He was around forty-five to fifty and wore a brown suit accompanied with stylish black oxfords. You knew he meant business just by looking at him, suave & sleek in his attire with a natural, charming confidence to go with it.
“That’s not all. It’s a plus one invitation. Bring your girlfriends, bring your wives … As I’m well aware, you got married just last fall so it would be a perfect gift for you both to enjoy! Everybody is welcome to entertain a guest along with them. If it’s just a friend, so be it, we can’t all be living the life of perfect matrimony as you, Percy boy, ha ha.”
Percy’s jubilant vibe somewhat dipped at that point. Just a tad but without enough strain to cause any awkward alarm between them both. He gazed for what seemed like a longevity of moments, all cast together as one. Realising this he quickly adapted himself back to the conversation, smiling kindly at Dick.
“Yeah, married life sure is the big kit n’ caboodle! Bachelor life; oh it’s left me behind now, like a frat boy at the end of his semester! All that cheekiness concluded and sown into the histories now, done n dusted, ha ha! Sure I miss it, I miss those days I once lived, but I wouldn’t change it for my Sandy, she’s just perfect!”
Percy did as most people preference in work instances—- he put a fine glaze of sheen on his private life, especially in company of those that did not know him all too well. That effervescent zeal to imply all was dandy was something he’d done ever since he had gotten married! It just made sense to channel the best image he could, and that meant no discussion concerning his wife out of kindly proportions. He liked to keep his business private, as most people did, it seemed fair enough.
