Chris embraced his wife's kiss on the cheek, wishing he didn't have to rush back to work, but also eager to make a real first good impression by delivering the reports to Max.<br/><br/>As Max exited and requested the reports in less than two hours, a slight bit of panic crept over Chris, as he swallowed the lump in his throat, and responded in a half confident, half not so sure response of "Sure, I think so!"  He quickly closed the door behind Max, and rushed back to his computer to begin reviewing the reports he already had been working on for inaccuracies.  Two were all ready completed, which caused him some relief as he would spend the next hour and change finishing up and reviewing the final two reports.<br/><br/>With nearly no time to spare, Chris sent copies of the report to the printer outside his office, waiting for them to urgently print as he looked at the clock on his desk. He had only a minute or so to deliver as promise.  Grabbing the last of the reports, he hustle down the hall to Max's office, where he found the door slightly ajar.<br/><br/>Knocking on the door, and peering in, he waited for the nod to come in.  Reports in hand, he promptly handed them over to Max. "As requested sir, here are our current quarterly sales report and summaries of our past three years"  Light bead of sweat formed on his brow, form the brisk walk and working so intently to finish the reports.