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“You’re kidding, Bobo, you are actually going to play that thing.” Mary Stewart laughed as she looked over to Frank Bottoms for a reaction.
The two commanded over the grand lobby of the twenty story Fazger Bank Building whenever they entered. They ran the sixth and seventh floors respectfully for Jackson McCall Insurance Underwriters. Every subordinate knew they were like lovers who regretted the spouses they married twenty years earlier.
“Bobo, you don’t play the piano, don’t make a fool of yourself.” Frank looked back to Mary and they both snickered as Bob Goon ignored them as he sat down on the piano bench and rolled up his sleeves.
The growing number of employees in the lobby stopped to watch the scene before heading for the elevators to work — spectators to the drama between the office lovers and the quiet clerk with twenty-two years in the company. Less than twelve hours earlier the piano arrived as the new piece of decor to the marble art-deco lobby. Goon would be the first to play it.
“Bobo, please get up to your office before you embarrass yourself.” Mary continued. “You will look ridiculous.”
“Mary, let him go.” Frank signaled to turn from the scene and go to their offices. “Let Bobo be.” He almost sounded like he was giving an order.
