"Welcome to the team, handsome, oops, I meant P-Jay," Dolores Limerick said with a wink, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous lady walked away, whistling as she made her way to the exit. P-Jay, also known as Patrick Jefferson, Algonquin College student and part-time security guard, pushed the button underneath his desk, activating the mechanical doors of the call center to let Dolores out.
P-Jay noticed the lovely Dolores a long time ago, partly because the Afro-Barbadian brother has a thing for tall women, and if they happen to be big-bottomed, a few older than him and of the Caucasian persuasion, that made them a triple threat as far as he was concerned. Dolores might have a few silver strands in her hair but to P-Jay, that just made her hotter. She'd caught him staring at her butt a bunch of times and finally introduced herself...
"Nice to meet you, Dolores," P-Jay said replied, and Dolores waved at him as she exited the call center. He watched Dolores get her surprisingly shapely derriere in her car and drive out of the snow-covered parking lot. At last P-Jay was alone, well, sort of. There was one other person working at the call center, that was it.
Outside, the landscape of Kanata, Ontario, was blanketed in snow. P-Jay, who habitually takes the bus, wasn't looking forward to his morning commute. Not at all. One of the worst snow storms in Canadian history gripped the Capital, and the buses sucked worst than usual. He was working midnight to noon, and hoped the roads would be clear by morning. He wasn't holding his breath on that one, though...
The call center was open 24/7, and there was always a few people on duty, manning the telephones. Even if the place was nearly empty, P-Jay reminded himself that there were security cameras which even he, the weekend security guard, wasn't aware of. That's why the brother resisted the urge to slack off, no matter how tempting it was...
One thing about being a security guard is that clients and employers can forgive you just about anything except falling asleep. P-Jay watched music videos on his laptop, and also checked up on some of his favorite athletes, male and female Professional Boxers. P-Jay once wanted to be a Boxer, but unfortunately, life had other plans...
P-Jay, the son of hard-working immigrants originally from the island of Barbados, is a gentle giant, of sorts. He's six-foot-three, and weighs close to three hundred pounds. The dark-skinned, curly-haired, ever-smiling brother is smart and physically strong but lacks the killer instinct that every Professional fighter must have in order to survive in the Octagon, the Boxing Ring, the Dojo, and everywhere else.
P-Jay has moved on from his dream of becoming a Professional Boxer, but he's still very much a Boxing fan. To P-Jay, there's absolutely nothing quite like the Sweet Science, as Boxing is called. P-Jay checked up on his all-time favorite Professional Boxer, Anthony Joshua, and wondered whether the Boxing superstar had picked his next opponent yet.
Like everyone else in the world of Boxing, P-Jay wanted to watch Black British Boxing Champion Anthony Joshua fight and hopefully defeat loud-mouthed American Boxer Deontay Wilder. Of course, there was also Professional Boxer Tyson Fury, a behemoth of a man, for Anthony Joshua to worry about. The brother had some tough competition, for real...
P-Jay saw Anthony Joshua as a noble lion, Deontay Wilder as a ruthless tiger, and Tyson Fury as a formidable bear. These challengers posed a serious threat to Anthony Joshua, but P-Jay had faith in the Black British fighter. P-Jay wants Anthony Joshua to beat every one of his challengers and become the King of the Heavyweight Division...
