By Rubrpig
Marc was tired from a long day on the lead trading desk. He stretched and his muscular frame felt stiff so he knew he was going to hit the gym when he finished work for the day. He had received his yearly bonus and since he was the lead trader for his firm, it was larger than he had anticipated so that had put him in a good mood. He looked around the trading room and he spotted the VP of HR heading his way so he knew he was in for another lecture about taking his accrued vacation time.
The VP had been after him for weeks to start taking his vacation time as currently he had 12 weeks accrued. He sat down as the VP entered his office. He held up his hand and told him to hold the lecture and told the VP that he would think it over and let him know in the morning. The VP nodded and told him that otherwise he would be left with no choice but to suspend him from work until he had used up all the accrued time.
Marc sighed and turned back to the computer screens and noticed a couple of trends so he executed several trades and noted with satisfaction that he had come out ahead once again. The New York market closed so he stood up, grabbed his jacket and headed out. After giving some orders and instructions to the night traders, he headed for the gym.
The day’s work is almost done for the crew as Daniel does a run through of the work they completed on the new five bedroom house that’s being built. Dan’s no stranger to overseeing a group of men, having spent time in the Marines as an MP. His muscular 6′ frame, topped off by the high and tight that he’s so fond of, reminds everyone on the crew where he came from. He’d wear his fatigue pants to work if the construction owner would allow, but he just has to settle with jeans and a snug company emblazoned black polo.
