"Where the fuck are the boards for NIKE?!" I demand. Cynthia gives me a look. "The boards are in the conference room." "Well why aren't they in my office?!" "Jesus Brian, what's your problem?" She sits down on the sofa in my office. I step out from my desk. "Oh nothing except that NIKE is going to be here in an hour and I was not notified where the boards were put." "Brian, this can't be just about the NIKE boards. You have been like this since the day of your divorce. Is this about Kevin? Are you still not over Kevin?" Cynthia says gently. "No this is not about Kevin! I was over him long before the papers were signed." I spit. She scratches her ear and for some reason a picture of him flashes before my eyes. "Then what? The staff around her is walking around on eggshells, everyone's afraid of your temper, Ted's going crazy trying to keep everyone happy and productive. Hell I'm going crazy with all the interns running to me everytime you go off on one." "Look I'm just under a lot of pressure lately." "I don't buy that. I know you." I shoot her one of my infamous 'don't fuck with me' looks. She smiles. "Fine. I'll but out." She starts to leave. "Oh by the way Art Forum magazine wants to know if you'd be interested in possibly running a campaign for them. They say they hate what their inside advertisers have been doing and want to reach a broader audience. They sent over their latest issue for you to look over." She hands me the magazine that I didn't even realize she was holding. Ted pops his head into the office. "Brian, Mr. Jameson from NIKE is here. He said he apologizes for being early, but he was just notified of a problem at home base and hoped you could see him now. Also Carrie Martin the new intern lost the contract that Brown Athletics faxed over." "Fuck. Okay, thanks Ted. Tell Mr. Jameson I'll be right with him. Have Carrie see me in my office when the meeting is over." I inform him. Cynthia pats my shoulder. "Give Carrie a break. She's really nervous and wants to make a good impression on you." "By loosing my #1 clients contract?" Comes my sarcastic reply. I recieve a dirty look. "Fine."