Who: Damon Sweet and Hank Potts What: Hank finally meets his new editor, and Damon puts his lie detecting skills to good use. When: Friday, December 10 2010, 1:00 PM Where: Damon's office at the publishing company. Warnings: None that I can think of?
Damon normally wasn't in his office on Fridays. In fact, Friday was usually his self created day off of official work so that he could do other work- such as buying food, scrubbing the bathroom, and phoning the neighbors to let them know what their children had done to irritate him this time. However, phoning Mrs. Leadberry about her son drawing lewd pictures on his walkway would have to wait for another day. Because he was at the office today so that he could meet his latest client: Hank Potts. Perhaps they could have met at a restaurant or something, but that concept had never appealed to Damon. He rarely socialized, and such a setting would be far too 'cozy' for his liking. No, he'd much rather have this meeting in his office. It was small and only contained a few shelves of books, a desk, two chairs, and a filing cabinet. Sparse and completely impersonal would be the best way to describe it- and that was how he liked it.
Damon couldn't really say if he was going to like working with this Hank Potts person or not. He had no prior meetings with the man, though he seemed a bit odd judging from his e-mails. Still, an e-mail is no place to find judgment. He would had to hold it off until their meeting that Friday. To pass the time, Damon had finally picked up the Benjamin Cole series and started reading it. It was solid work, and he almost found himself enjoying it despite the fact that he had never been much of one for science fiction. But he wasn't reading it for the purpose of having fun- he was working. So that was how the past few days had been spent- hunched over a book with a red pen in hand and a pad of post-its to mark specific pages or to take notes on.
In fact that was how he found himself now. He was finishing up the third book, which had gone from a clean black and white to having it's margins filled with notes and line after line crossed out or written over. He'd arrived at his office around noon and had been reading ever since, so completely caught up in what he was doing that he lost track of time. He'd nearly forgotten that Hank was coming by the time that 1 o'clock rolled around and a knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He sighed, but didn't even bother to look up from what he was doing. "Come in," he called through the door. Such a shame he had to actually meet with people. He'd have much preferred to simply not personally know anyone he worked with- it would have save him a lot of time and kept him from several nasty headaches over the years. Damn social expectations.