Monthly Archives: September 2015
The meeting in Alan’s office was over. Charlie made for the door, but the others took their time, putting their coke and beer bottles on the windowsill, picking up their pads, and joking about “guys with problems”.
By Richard N. Anderson “So, anyway, Pete arrives at the gal’s apartment to pick her up and go to dinner. She’s all dressed and everything but she offers him a drink first.”
By Richard N. Anderson Alan stood in the doorway of Tom Hartley’s office. Tom was throwing small magnetic darts at a metal bullseye on his wall.
By Richard N. Anderson If this were going to work, Alan would need a new writer on the business. The Trans US Airlines account was manna from heaven—the question was could they get the international routes?