Adam kissed his girlfriend, Cindy, goodbye and headed off to work, with brief case in hand, in his blue compact SUV. Traffic was horrible as always, and the fumes were making him dizzy. Downtown Chicago was not a good place to be in the middle of rush hour. After what seemed like hours of the nauseous fumes he arrived at work. He pulled into the parking lot for the Chicago Stock Exchange off of South Wells St. He went into the building and hopped on an elevator. He was in a particularly good mood today, everything had been working out well. His stocks were rising and he was looking at a possible promotion. His smile spread across his slim face.

Adam has a narrow body with long legs and skinny arms, although when needed he can pack a hard punch. His skin is always just a bit pale and he is clean shaven. He has black hair that he puts in an organized messy way. His shoulders are back when he stands up strait, and holds his chin high.

There is a ding, which rings in the air as the elevator reaches its stop. The doors open and Adam walks out. The secretary greets him with a smile and hands him his mail. He follows a hallway, takes a right, then a left and ends up in a large buzzing room. In here there are people filling, phones ringing, and one big mess. He thinks to himself that he is lucky to have the job, even though it is a huge pain. He beat out tons of other people just to get this small position, and it is down to him and two other men for the promotion.

Four years of college just for this, Adam thinks to himself. He finds his cubicle in the endless isles and sighs. He opens his brief case and puts his papers on the desk. Organizes his desk, the janitor always moves things around, stapler here, scissors here, tape there. And work begins. He types on his keyboard and gets bored quickly. His boss comes up to him and starts yelling. Of course, as always he didn’t do anything wrong. Although this big useless boss thinks otherwise. She just talks and talks, not getting any work done.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Adam mutters under his breath.

“Did you say something to me? You know I don’t like smart mouths.” She says in an annoying shrill voice. And the rest of the day went without incident. He packed up his things and drove home in the nasty fumes, which gave him a headache, again.