Dave leaned back in his chair as his now adoring boss walked out of his office. He spun the golden pen in his fingers and realized what power this thing had. It could alter reality, he didn't know exactly how much, but apparently more than enough of help him out.
"Dave, Congrats on the promotion man, I TOLD you the boss has the hots for you!" Pete Simpson said, walking into the office through the slightly ajar door, a smug grin on his face.
"Thanks Pete, but I'm married and I think it has something to do with my own abilities instead of our boss liking me." Dave said, still a little bewildered by this whole thing.
"Nice pen man, did you get that from the promotion?" Pete asked, moving closer to inspect it. Dave quickly slid the pieces of paper with his "Notes" on them off of his desk and into the small garbage can beside his desk.
"Yeah I did, thanks. Get's the job done...plus a little more..."Dave replied, the last part under his breath.
"Man, I wish the boss had the hots for ME. I'd have like a million gold pens and be an Executive by now. You really don't know how to play your cards man. Plus your wife is way less...well just way less in GENERAL than her." Pete said, sitting down in another rotatable chair in front of his desk, and spinning as he dictated is thoughts.
"Hey! Shut up about my wife. I love her..." Dave said, tetering off near the end as he thought of his wife. They had been married for about 3 years now, and he was in love with her. She was 5'2, shorter then dave with curly, orange hair about shoulder length. She wasn't very impressive in chest size, and wasn't that attractive, having a very young, undeveloped figure. She weighed about 110 pounds. Dave knew she would never want to stay like that. And Dave didn't really want her to either.