“Yes, sir. Don’t forget you have an 8am meeting tomorrow.” “Got it, good night.” She briefly looked up and nodded while politely smiling. “Night, sir.” He headed down to the gym that was located in the basement. He kept a change of clothes in the locker room, so he hung his suit up and quickly changed. He didn’t need a trainer. He had played sports all through middle and high school, specifically football. He knew what he needed to do to keep his body in shape. Because Joe usually spotted him and he wasn’t with him, he couldn’t do any bench presses. He did his warm-up routine of stretches, wall sits, and jumping jacks. Then he moved on to leg presses, which were his favorite. The crunch bench was where he spent a good bit of his time toning his glistening abdomen muscles, and finally ended up with the weights doing bicep curls. All the fancy equipment in the world couldn’t substitute good ‘ole dumbbells. When his workout was finished and some of the stress from the day had been relieved, he showered and grabbed the other change of clothing, jeans and a white button up linen shirt. He rolled the sleeves to his elbows and ran his fingers through his wet hair enough to smooth it back into its messy place.
