In her late 50s, she had been with the agency ever since its infancy.
Jay often jokingly wished he could have hit of whatever she was on.
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Not long after starting Jay was interrupted by Mary, the office manager, an older, gray haired woman who always seemed to be going full speed. Today would be crazy, so he downed his coffee and dove in. Each person in Jay's group had their own strengths to offer and he played off those. He looked over the specifics of each job and decided what he should handle - or those Andy assigned him - and which to funnel through the other 2 artists. As lead designer he oversaw the projects coming through the doors for Andy and the rest of the account executives. Jay settled into his corner of the office. Little by little everyone came in, all grateful for a shot of warm caffeinated adrenaline already brewed. He started two pots of coffee knowing the rest of the group would be trickling in shortly. The creative director, Andy Keller, saw the talent the young man possessed and snapped him up at 21. He had started at Keller Kreative right out of college 3 years ago. The first one to arrive, Jay used his key to open the office. Traffic seemed light and his hour commute breezed by - before he knew it he was there. He backed out of his parking space and headed to work. It was his splurge when he knew he was going to start at the ad agency. Reaching the parking garage, Jay fished his car keys out of his coat pocket and started his Jeep - a gift to himself when he graduated college. He slipped on his favorite black boots, grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
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After showering and styling his hair, he dressed in a pair of black jeans, a white button down shirt and a black suede vest - professional yet comfortable.
According to the meteorologist, a front was moving across the country looking to drop a sizeable amount of snow on the Philly area. Cold, gray and dreary was in the picture for today with a possibility of snow moving in this week. He watched the top news of the morning, really just wanting to check the weather forecast. He immediately turned on the television as he got ready to shower and dress. He wiped the sweat from his face and body and headed back upstairs. Finally, on his third lap around the gym Jay was done. He made his way around the gym, making sure to get a few minutes on every piece of equipment. He put his earbuds in and started his workout playlist, a combo of upbeat new and retro dance mixes. Jay took the elevator to the basement, and much like every other morning, the place was empty.
Very few, if any, of his neighbors took advantage of the gym in their building. Good enough he told himself - most mornings he was there by himself anyway. He slipped on his sneakers, a pair of blue running shorts and a white tank top and ran a comb through his messy hair. Jay gathered himself and got ready to hit the gym. The new Jay was focusing on himself and didn't feel guilty. He stared at himself as if he didn't recognize the reflection - almost voyeuristic. His brown wavy hair, currently sporting a bad case of bed head, green eyes and slight stubble looked better now. He was beginning to like the way he looked, even if he did hate getting up this early.
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His work outs, plus eating better, built up his muscular 5'8" frame to a pleasing 160lbs. A slice of light reflected off the glass, highlighting him in a flattering way. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was enthusiastic to see his workout routine was paying off. Jay dragged himself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. It was 5:15 and that meant time to get up and hit the gym. He didn't want to be jolted first thing in the morning, he needed some melodic coaxing to get moving. He specifically chose those bells because they slowly ramped up in pitch making them impossible to ignore. Jay slowly opened his eyes to the familiar sound of his alarm clock and quietly cursed out the noise. Almost silent at first but quickly rising in intensity until it was loud enough to wake him up. The sound of a deep, tonal bell struck - as if Big Ben was clanging on his bed side table. This is Chapter 1 of a story that will start slowly and build. I'm open to any critiques, but please be gentle. Wrote for work but not this type of story. I used to write regularly in college but drifted away. This is my first attempt at writing in a long time and my first in this genre.