Zander wasn't exactly upset at Ken's theft, but more so at the comment he made afterwards. "Yeah, I'd love to talk to him, if it weren't for the fact that 90% of his time is spent in meetings, 5% getting high with his co-workers, and the last 5% bending the prettiest blonde he can find over his desk! The only time I spend with him is the few seconds it takes for him to knock on my door and drop off whatever bejeweled item he saw his whores wearing." Zander's face had become profusely ruby red and he covered his mouth with his hands. I can't believe I just said that. This is so embarrassing. Zander hung his head and began slowly walking to his scooter. He swung his legs over it and started pulling out the key.