Just A Normal Day Part 1

                                    

                                          
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Third person
                          
The alarm clock flipped from 5:59 to 6:00 and it started to beep. A hand came down on it to shut it off. Dean stood up, showered and got dressed in a business suit and went over to his espresso machine and poured some into his cup. He grabbed his briefcase and headed outside to his silver Toyota Prius.
                          
'Cause he gets up in the morning
And he goes to work at nine
And he comes back home at five-thirty
Gets the same train every time
'Cause his world is built 'round punctuality
And it never fails
And he's oh so good
He's a well-respected man about town
Doing the best things so conservatively
                          
Dean started up his car and rock music started blaring through his speakers. He made a face and then changed the station to the news and took off down the road. He got to a large skyscraper and walked in and over to the elevator. He took it up some floors, walked out of the elevator and crossed the lobby, passing a Sandover Bridge & Iron History display along the wall.
                          
And he likes his own back yard
And he likes his fags the best
'Cause he's better than the rest
And his own sweat smells the best
                          
Dean entered an office labeled Dean Smith-Director, Sales & Marketing on the door. He sat down at his desk and began to type on his computer.
                          
And he hopes to grab his father's loot
When Pater passes on
'Cause he's oh so good
And he's oh so fine
                          
He started to laugh into his head set as he was talking to someone on the other line.
                          
And he's oh so healthy
In his body and his mind
                          
He started talking to someone who he works with and they started to socialize.
                          
He's a well-respected man about town
Doing the best things so conservatively
                          
There was a knock at the door. "Come in" Dean called.
                          
The door opened slowly and there, stood Melissa in a long black skirt with a respectable, light blue shirt on, smiling at Dean and he grinned at her as she walked in and shut the door.
                          
"Am I late?" she questioned.
                          
"For our lunch date? You're right on time" he stood.
                          
"I got you your usual" she said, setting down two boxes of salads onto his desk.
                          
He walked around to her and put a hand on her waist to make her turn around and she grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her. "You're coming back to my place tonight, right?" he asked
                          
"I don't know. You're the boss. You tell me" she smirked and pushed him away slightly.
                          
He just grinned and then pulled over a chair for her to sit in and then he went back around to sit in his own chair. They both sat down, he put his tie up and over his shoulder and they began to eat. While, they ate, they talked and laughed occasionally having someone interrupt by calling Dean's headset but Melissa didn't mind. She understood.
                          
"How could you think my dad hates you?" she started to laugh.
                          
"Did you [i]see[/i] the way he was looking at me last time we had dinner at your parents house?"
                          
"Oh, that's the way he looks at everyone" she waved it off.
                          
He gave her a look and she just laughed and he smiled. Then, the door opened. "Am I interrupting?" a voice asked and they both stood quickly at the sound of their superior, walking in.