6:00pm<br/><br/>Another glance down at his watch, another swear was uttered from his lips as he waited for the person on the other end of the line to pick up.<br/><br/>“John!” his voice curt and filled with barely controlled excitement. “Don’t let them leave the office!”<br/><br/>He paused to listen to his assistant, the man disgusted him with his lack of back bone and stammering nature, but he was reliable and eager to please his boss, which is what made Peter keep him around.<br/><br/>“Look I don’t give a fuck if they want to leave! They are not going anywhere until they hear my proposal and sign the contract,” he looked at his watch, yet again, then held the phone away from his face so that he could berate the driver better.<br/><br/>“HEY! BUDDY! CAN YOU PICK IT UP PLEASE! YOUR SLOW ASS IS COSTING ME MORE MONEY THAN YOU WILL LIKELY EVER SEE IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!” he shook his head at the lack of professionalism with some people. “IF YOU CAN GET THE LEAD OUT I WILL MAKE SURE THERE IS AN EXTRA HUNDRED IN YOUR CHECK,” he held the phone back to his face though his next words were still directed at the driver. “I’m sure that will help you get off of food stamps or whatever.”<br/><br/>John had been whining at him while he dealt with the driver and so now, he tuned it. “SHUT THE FUCK UP! Ok?”  He cut the pleas off from his assistant and looked at his watch yet again, “I will be there in like two hours. I don’t care what you do or what you have to say to them, but you keep them there. Understand? If they are gone by the time I get there, you can kiss your job goodbye along with any hope of getting another job in the foreseeable future. Understand?”<br/><br/>A cruel smile came to his lips as he nodded, “Good. Now, go do your job. Oh and make sure you buy…um…whatever her name is a gift or something. I think it’s her birthday or our anniversary? Or some kind of nonsense, but just get her something pretty, expensive and tell her that I’m going to want a blowjob when I get in. Don’t care what she is doing when I get there, but that is what I expect.”<br/><br/>No farewell or signoff was given, instead the call was ended and he was met with the flashing of the low battery indicator. “Great! Where the fuck is the phone charger? Hey, you, driver I’m looking for my phone charger? You seen it?” when the driver didn’t answer or look back he snapped his fingers. “Hey! Hellooo! I’m paying you not to be an asshole to me. Now where is my phone charger? Did you steal it?”<br/><br/>The accusation was enough to get the man to avert his eyes from the road and look at Peter in the rear view mirror, “No sir. I’ve not seen it. Did you check the floor?”<br/><br/>“The…the floor? Are you serious?” he grumbled, though he did start to reach about on the floor. “Your attitude is not needed in this situation. Not at all. You wonder why you are only a lowly driver?” he asked though he did not expect nor want an answer from the man.<br/><br/>It was about this time that the driver opted to turn about in his seat, ready to let his “boss” have it, when Peter looked out ahead and saw the deer.<br/><br/>“LOOK OUT!” he shouted, the driver reacted, swerved and they ended up hitting a tree.<br/><br/>6:05pm<br/><br/>His head hurt and the world just felt off. A noise, the sound of the horn as it went off without seemingly an end.<br/><br/>“What the…?” he started to question only to stop when he noted that the driver seemed to be in the process of trying to free himself from driver seat.  “Hey…where are you going?”<br/><br/>“To get help, sir.” A lie, but Peter had no idea if that was the truth or not and was content to believe the man despite how much he had just insulted him. “Stay with the car.”<br/><br/>Then he was gone and Peter was just left in the car on his own.<br/><br/>7:00pm<br/><br/>“That asshole is not coming back!” he swore under his breath and got out of the car into the pouring rain. A look up and down the road then he headed off in the direction the driver had gone. With any hope he would run into the bastard and give him a piece of his mind before he fired him.<br/><br/>7:10pm<br/><br/>Soaked to the bone and clutching his briefcase for all that it was worth, he spotted a house with some cars parked in front.  Not another thought was spared or given as he trudged right up to the door and basically burst into the dwelling. There stood a gathering of misfits that he would push past on his way to the counter, if they did not move.<br/><br/>“HELLO!” he shouted to try and find someone who worked here, his fist brought down three times to try and drum up some attention. “You guys just going to stand there or is there like a maid or whatever on their way to get rooms ready for us?” he asked those gathered about, already he regretted that he left his car. The backseat along probably cost more than the whole place, not even counting the vagabonds that had gathered within with the purpose, what he assumed to be getting out of the storm.