Thursday 6:30am:
William Jones woke up that morning next to his wife. Lovingly, he let her sleep in. They had only been married two weeks but he was looking forward to decades of married bliss. Groggily, he got ready for the morning and trudged through the routine of preparing for the day. Dressed in his work appropriate Oxford and blazer, his tie picked out by Jocelyn the night before, he downed a quick mug of coffee and started his commute.
7:45:
Arriving at the office, he strode his way into the elevator, a crowd of strangers along with one familiar face, that of his father-in-law, greeted him as he rushed through the closing doors.
His father-in-in law gave him a nod but stayed silent on the elevator. Choosing stoic professionalism to personal conversation in such a tight grouping of employees of various levels.
William liked him. Don Styer was the head of his company and a good man. When he had met his daughter at a company party, William hadn't been looking to snag the boss's daughter but it happened. Sparks flew and they had hit it off. Ten months later, they were getting married on a beach in Hawaii: a destination wedding that Jocelyn had always dreamed of. Don had been a welcoming presence in the family, a far cry from his buttoned up and businesslike persona around his underlings.
7:53 After waiting groggily for the elevator to reach his floor, William and some others got off on the fifth floor, the sales floor of Styer holdings. Don stayed in the elevator rising slowly to his corner office on the top floor.
William made his way to his desk. His desk mate of the last two years Vincent turned and stared at him briefly and then went back to typing on his laptop. Vincent never seemed to like him and it made their shared office space uncomfortable but, today he smiled at him broadly, glancing between William and his computer off and on as he walked over.
7:55 William logged into his computer, seeing the photo he had added to his desktop the moment he had got into work on Monday, the honeymoon photo of Jocelyn and himself in white linen beachwear looking lovingly at one another as the sun set behind them.
Vincent turned to face him once more, let out a slight cough and said, "Got any plans this weekend?" His voice free from the usual contempt.
Michael smiled, his eyes breaking away from the picture in his computer. "Oh, probably having brunch with the in-laws after the wedding."
Vincent's face darkened. His eyes reverting back to the screen in front of him. "Must be nice, marrying into the boss' family. We'll see about that." Vincent trailed off turning back toward his own computer, typed some more.
8:00am William had zoned out a bit and noticed that it was time for him to get started. He picked up his phone to call one of the leads he had been trying to land on Tuesday but before he could, he heard Vincent speak to him.
"Do you really think swimsuit photos are appropriate for the office?"
William turned over his shoulder and saw Vincent was looking at his computer.
He turned back to his monitor and saw the picture of Jocelyn and himself smiling happily together. Him in a pair of board shirts and her in a bikini.
"Why don't you mind your own business Vincent," William said. He didn't care what that dweeb thought about his computer. It was his honeymoon after all.
Vincent turned back to his computer once more.