You sat there at my dinner table waiting for me to finish making my drink. I’ve never had a meeting with you at my house before. I’ve always taking you to some fancy restaurant that you gave me shit over. You didn’t understand the reasoning behind it when all we were doing was talking. Told me we might as well be sitting at a bar. At least then you could be drinking hard liquor instead of being stuck with champagne and wine.

Looking over at you, my wife Cami walks in wearing a white robe as she has just gotten out of the pool. She gives me a stern glare as she takes my alcoholic drink away from me as my phone rings.

I couldn’t help but look at my wife with irritation as I go to answer my phone seeing that it’s Tommy Norris. “Yeah?” Looking back at you. I give you smile as I hold up a finger to you to let you know to just give me a minute as Tommy starts to talk.

“Hey Monty, listen, these Andrews wells are underperforming. They’re about the same production. Do you want us to keep this workover crew going or what?”

Sighing heavily, I close my eyes as I pinch the bridge of my nose as I was already feeling a headache coming on. “How many wells?”

“17. Look, they all pull from the same field so there’s no risk it’s just expense, and Monty the things are old and they need to be serviced.”

Thinking a moment, it didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted done so I knew how to proceed. “Work them over one at a time.” I begin to tell Tommy as I take a seat across from you as my wife sets down a glass of water in front of me along with my blood pressure medication. “I want to see new production reports before you start the next one.”

“Yes Sir.”

Setting down my phone on the table, I look after my wife as she leaves us to our meeting. Looking down at my glass of water and medicine, I can only assume what you may think of me. In fact, I think my wife did this on purpose to make me look less appealing.