From CEOs Don’t Cry:
“Just a minute!” shouted a deepvoice from the ceiling, before a boot crashed through a stained tile, sendingsoggy chunks raining down on Leslie’s head. “Crap.”
“What in theworld?” she hissed, flicking a hunk of tile off her shoulder. This podunk place probably didn’t even have adecent dry cleaner, she thought, eyeing the water mark on her suit.
Booted feet slidout of the hole, followed by worn dusty jeans, a t-shirt and muscular arms.Leslie’s arms relaxed around her briefcase. She wouldn’t mind seeing that descend from herceiling on occasion.