| Outside SAP Building 1...one gloomy Friday night... |
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 | Hey Peter, how's it going? Listen, can you do me a favor? I need 800 contacts by Monday morning. Tell you what, dinner on me for your trouble! | |
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| Well Jason, I have to feed Romano's dog, drop his drycleaning off and rake his leaves, but that dinner sounds really good, I'll help you out. | |
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| Little does young Peter know, he has engaged in a monumental battle of ethics... |
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| Hey Peter, its Monday morning, did you get those contacts done? | |
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| Sure did, I'll send them to you now. I am really looking forward to that dinner, buddy! | |
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| ...true colors are shown, and Peter is now left with nothing but a broken heart, ravaged by empty promises made by an associate who he once held to high standards......to be continued.... |
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| ....right...about that dinner...I was just kidding pal, never meant anything by it. But hey, thanks for the contacts. Screw ya later! | |
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| ...I feel lost...broken...alone... | |
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