It's been a few days, and tomorrow the construction starts! Sach has given everyone a few days off..sort of a, paid vacation, if you will.

Sach has been, in a really good mood here lately. Edgar decides he should've just been compliant to begin with..would've solved a lot problems..still, that's over with. Now they're just employer and employee. Simple as that.

Edgar knows exactly what he's doing tonight. It's time to drink. It's been a while, and who knows, maybe some drunk sap will wanna take him home. He could use to fun, and quite frankly, he needed to get laid. His nerves were a wreck, since he's been promoted and all, there's been double the usual work. Who knew training others would be so fuckin hard?

Yeah...he needs this..bad.

So after work, Edgar heads straight out the door. As he's walking down the street, a nice vehicle pulls up beside him, and Edgar recognizes it...
Mr. Sach rolls down the window, smiling politely.

Sach: "Care for a lift home, Mr. Wilson?"

Edgar thinks for a moment. Sure, he could refuse, but the faster he gets home, the faster he can go out and start drinking.

Edgar: "You really don't mind?"

Mr. Sach: "Not at all. In fact, there's something I wanted to speak to you about."

Maybe he's just curious, but Edgar gets into the car quickly, without even considering any consequences.

Mr. Sach: "I had forgotten to catch you before closing, so I was hoping I'd find you on the street."

Edgar gives a 'hm' as an answer.

Mr. Sach: "I just wanted to say..you've been doing a great job. At first, I admit, I thought making you the manager was a mistake. You certainly don't look the part, and you're so blunt..but it's turned out to be exactly what the company needed."

Edgar: "N-needed?"

Mr. Sach: "Yes..you are what I needed."

Oh fuck.

Mr. Sach: "I'm..very proud of you, Mr. Wilson."

Oh FUCK.

Edgar doesn't try to make eye contact, instead looks down quickly. He feels like he's sweating bullets...he knows his face must be tomato red at this point. Why did Mr. Sachs compliments get to him like this?!

Edgar: "Th-thank you..."

Mr. Sach smiles, and starts driving. Thankfully the drive is swift. Soon Edgar's in his own home, Max the French Bulldog coming to the door excitedly.

Edgar: "That mans a demon. Satan himself."
Edgar mumbles to himself.

He feeds Max, and puts some water down. They go for a short walk, and then Edgar is off to the bar!

After what Sach said..he needed to get flat out drunk.