<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.irreverentgent.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/How-to-Look-More-Handsome-intro-279x300.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>7:15 PM-ish<br/><strong>When:</strong>Party Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie | Open<br/><br/>Chris waited patiently outside the Men's room for what seemed like an eternity.  He tried to act casually, pretending to be looking up something on his phone, but he continued to check the time.  5 minutes past, then 10.<em>He must be taking the world's longest shit....or maybe he having health issues</em>he thought to himself.  The CEO was pushing into his 80's, and although he appeared lively and vibrant most days, there were rumors circulating the office that his health was in decline.  There were also plenty of rumors on who would succeed Mr. Brockard when he left the company, but those rumors were frowned upon by the executives who thought any talk of replacing the elderly CEO, who had done so much for the company was pretty much blasphemy.  It was at the moment he was ready to go grab another drink that he saw the gray-haired man exiting the Men's room and Chris casually walked over to him, greeting him and re-introducing himself.  The fact that he acknowledged Chris and remembered what district he worked in was a positive sign. He invited the CEO over to the bar, as employees quickly side stepped allowing Chris and Mr. Brockard to the front to order their drinks and carry on their conversation.<br/><br/>15 Minutes later, Mr. Brockhard was excusing himself, having to make his rounds.  Chris thanked him for his time, and felt good about their conversation.  At the very least, Mr Brockhard said he would consider his ideas.  They included streamlining the process for new home buyers, using social media heavily to market and brand their company, and to offer flat-fee listing services to keep up with the competition like Redfin, and other nuisance companies that were starting to steal a bigger piece of the industry and, while they weren't treating the larger Real Estate companies, they certainly were making an impact.  Chris stood alone standing proudly, polishing off the remainder of his drink, pleased with the way he handled himself and introduced his ideas for helping the company grow.  He snapped out of his euphoric daze when he realized that his poor wife was probably standing on the wall, or by the bar alone, bored out of her mind, nose in her phone scrolling on social media of som sort.<br/><br/>He paced the permitter of the ball room, looking in all directions, with no sign of Charlie.  Next, he made the rounds to the bar, coat check area and finally back to the restrooms, to see if he could spot his wife, with no luck.  As a last resort, he pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text:<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Babe, Came back looking for you.  Can't find you.  Where are you?</strong></div><br/>Holding on to his phone, waiting fro a response, his eyes continued to scan the large ballroom.  He was eager to rejoin his wife, share the news that his conversation with the CEO went well, and with that off his chest, ready to throw back the drinks and enjoy the night with the love of his life.<br/>