As soon as Theo saw Stew amongst a couple corporate level executives, he felt a rush of energy and direction. Without hesitation, Theo headed to the punch bowl where the men in expensive suits were gossiping money matters.

“Mr. Sanko, Mr. Laveen, Mr. Rayyan, how nice to see you. It’s been a while.” Theo felt the uneasy nerves of the men through their respective handshakes.

“This is one of my accountants,” Stew Sanko interjected quickly while shaking my hand. Trying to keep up appearances he adds, “And after so long, please Theo, call me Stew.”

He had been formally introduced to these men at least four separate times before. But of course they wouldn’t remember him.

“Actually Stew Sanko, I was one of your accountants.”
“Excuse me?” escaped through Stew’s hearty laugh.
“I won the lottery. I’m worth nineteen million dollars.”
“So what? You quit?” Stew started to slightly shift his weight from left to right.
“Yes, Stew. When you win the lottery, you get to fuck over your boss.”