The elevator door opened, and Rick was inside within two seconds. He punched the thirty-eighth floor and hit the door close button in rapid-fire succession. As the open doors released their grip, a hand reached in and prevented the doors from closing. It was Julia, his creative manager.
“Good luck,” she said.
“He should be here. I can’t believe he’d pull this kind of stunt today.”
“Don’t let it get to you. You’ve got this, Rick!”
Rick flashed a half smile and vanished behind the elevator doors. He’d experienced many losses in his life and worked hard to avoid the penetrating sting of another.
Rick’s stomach lurched as the elevator ascended, carrying him up to a global technology firm. If they won the account, Omega Enterprises could put The Longhorn Group into the top ten of all advertising agencies in Austin. The dream was close enough to touch, but Rick sensed it slipping away.
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