Pete Travers

Pete Travers, a client he was supposed to meet with in....wait that was tonight what a screw up. This account was worth a fortune, how could he not blow this? Wait, Pete had never contacted him by phone and all of his e-mails just said N. Masters. "I can just answer it and go meet him."
She flipped open the phone. "Nicole Masters, How may I help you?"
"Nicole? Wow I always imagined you were a guy. Not that it matters. Look I'm running late, my flight just got in. I hope you haven't been waiting long."
Realizing that The Orchard Club where they were supposed to meet was littered with people both he and Megan knew, "No, actually I was thinking we should go to another place, The Orchard Club just fired their best chef and I don't know about you but until they find a solid replacement I was thinking of Dakari's"
"Where ever you want to meet but can we make it around 10 I need to get cleaned up a bit?" Pete said.
"Sure, I'll meet you there. Talk to you soon." Nick said quickly and hung up the phone. "Shit I need something to wear and a copy of my report."
Nick in Megan's body rushed into the first available clothing store....