“Hello, cock?”
DM’s phone rang via WhatsApp, taking him out of the moment. He had been ready to pounce, but on looking down, knew he had a choice to make.
He stepped out of the meeting room that was encased in glass, and was about to accept the call.
“DM,” his boss, Annie, peeked out as the door had not fully swung closed, “I need you in here for this.”
“Be right there,” DM said as he nodded and walked a bit away from the door.
Annie hated the idea of having to potentially fire anyone, let alone starting the path towards doing it. DM had to be in there to push the hard questions.
“This much cock”
“So, we did our boiler room meeting with Sameer,” Kayo said as soon as the hellos were done.
He’d picked up the term from DM, who had explained it to him as meetings where people ask for numbers and pipelines. The former had since that day, been using it quite a bit. It was a bit annoying, but something both men had a perchance for. The trait was perhaps something that had brought them together over the years.
“Oh, Arun fired him?” Sameer said, knowing that Arun, like Annie, had issues bringing down the hammer.
“Arun and I discussed that we would need to put down the terms, but in the end I was the one that told Sameer. I guess with Sameer taking so many blows, Arun felt kind of bad bringing the hammer down. But I didn’t. So I told him that we’ll look at the numbers in the April monthly meeting and go from there.”
“So many blows,” DM repeated, looking out of the bay window at downtown Dubai. “What was this, a gale windstorm?”
“I mean, I had to mention to him that he hadn’t done the work needed in August to October, so it would be hard for him to get the numbers now.”
“Yeah, well he did choose to lie on his side then, and then apparently had two months of rain impeding him that I never felt in the same city.”
“Maybe it was Ras Al Khaimah rain.”
“Maybe my cock.”
“Anyway, he said he thought he was supposed to start in Oct. So I opened his contract and I was wrong – he was actually to start in July. And June is coming so contract ends then.”
“Hoo, 3 months.”
“And Arun said we can always lay him off with one month notice.”
“Man he must have been sweating suddenly.”
“Actually, yeah. I don’t know why he kept him video on, but Arun had it on too. So I turned mine on and we did the whole thing that way.”
“So did you see his sweat?”
“I don’t think we’re at that level of HD on Google Duo yet. But he was squirming.”
“Like a fat hog.”
“Yeah. So we did all that, and then Arun hit him with the finale.”
“Well, he didn’t fire him.”
“No, but he asked him how many agents he’d developed per week. Sameer said 4 to 5. So Arun said, that should be 100 total now so send the Excel report. I told Arun later there’s no 100 agents.”
“Of course, the bastard is on Google right now getting the contact numbers. Actually, you’ll probably call them and find out they’re all massage parlour and restaurant numbers. ‘Hello, hanh. Wohi order hain na? Paanch bhoti kebab aur dus naan?'”
“I can imagine. But anyway, I told him I don’t want to bother with even weekly calls. He’s too busy, then let’s see what he does.”
“Yeah, next month then. I gotta go do this – boiler room meeting,” DM hesitated to call what he was about to do that.
“Oh? Rosenberg?”
“Yeah.”
“Has he realized he’s gay yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“Okay, let me know after.”
“Get some cock over there”
DM put his phone on silent and walked into the meeting room. Annie had not said much, he could tell. She’d probably just talked about the weather while he was out.
“Rosenberg,” DM said, feeling odd that he was using a white Jewish name while addressing a Philippino man, “We need to go over your pipeline.”
“I love pipes,” Rosenberg said, putting his chin on his hand on the red wood meeting room table.
He was dressed in a tight white shirt and tie, as well as the usual tight pants of some dark colour – black or maybe grey.
“I mean, what are the leads coming down and how have you developed them?” DM asked.
He knew the answer already – there had been no development.
“Hmm,” Rosenberg said.
This sort of thing annoyed DM no end.
“If it’s a matter of leads not closing, I can always just close them for you.”
Again, he knew no leads had been nurtured.
“Hmm.”
DM felt his blood boiling. He had to change track.
“Sometimes a bottle is just a bottle; but sometimes…”
“You know Rosenberg, we all have to think about what we do for our monthly salary,” DM said, trying to think about what a great guy the man was as a friend.
“Hmm,” Rosenberg changed arms.
“So-“
“Wait,” Rosenberg suddenly sat up and took his elbows off the table. “That’s the problem right there – salary.”
“You think you’re being paid too little?” Annie asked from the corner of the room. Everyone around the table knew that Rosenberg made 3,000Dhs more at this job.
“No, the salary,” Rosenberg pouted. “I don’t want money. I want cock.”
DM sat down in shock.
“What?” Annie said in a small voice.
“I don’t want a salary,” Rosenberg wailed as he dramatically thrashed his arms and legs. “I want lots and lots of cock.”
I guess he did realize he’s gay finally, DM thought.