Michael blinks. “Sorry. I came in through the door. I thought the other way would be worse.”
He picks up the pliers and hands it back to Wolfgang. A smile starts to grow on his face as his excitement from yesterday creeps back in. “Uh, so, something great happened. With my job. And I wanted to tell you—I mean, I’m not really allowed to tell anyone the details yet, it’s not finalized, they always take forever with this shit, but they called yesterday and I wanted to come out here last night—” Slow down. Take a breath. “I won a client. A huge one. I’ve never gotten one before, and then I get—I get something that someone like BBDO should have.”