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Post by landon on Nov 10, 2008 11:41:15 GMT -5
Landon wasn't exsactly thrilled when his cellphone started blaring a horrible default ringtone and vibrating, demanding to be answered. He had half the mind to throw it. Still it wasn't in his nature. Sitting up groggily he rubbed his one eye and grabbed for his phone checking the caller id. Blackwells. He flicked open his phone, "speak," normally he wasn't so grumpy on the phone but he hadn't been sleeping well and this had been about the best sleep he'd had in a month. He listened as Adam's secretary demanded he came immediatly. He waited till she was done speaking and hung up.
Landon was going into Blackwells later that day anyway, so he knew it had to be urgent, he quickly got dressed, brushed his teeth and hair, and neglected his morning coffee. He grabbed his keys heading out the door in a hurry nearly tripping over still unpacked boxes. It didn't take long for him to get to Blackwells while driving his motorcycle. Heading up the stairs his mind wandered wondering what the hell could be so bad that he had to come in 'immediatly.' It was worrisome to say the least. Leaning against the inside of the elevator while it rose made him grow impatient.
Stepping out on the correct floor he went past the secretary and just walked into Adam's office, "what the hell is wrong?" He asked, he knew it had to be bad, real bad. It was written in Adam's body language, screaming in his eyes. Landon didn't like this one bit. He took a seat having a bad feeling he was in for a long, crappy day.
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