Who's Got Next?(Short Story‪)‬

J. Henry "Hank" Anderson was afraid to make a move. The oversized, black leather chair with aluminum wheels and slick, chrome armrests scooted him like a kid on a slip 'n slide water mat every time he shifted his lean frame. And when he grabbed the release lever to recline slightly, the chair jerked him as if it were attempting to flip him onto his salt and pepper hair. As Hank sat in the cage on wheels, in the midst of a partner's meeting at the law firm which, in part, bore his name, he wondered why the old oak framed chairs, with plaid cloth cushions and no wheels, had been replaced. New cushions and covers surely cost a fraction of the money spent on these steel beasts and were more comfortable. Attempting to focus, he pulled a gold Cross pen from the pocket of his black Brooks Brothers suit and wrote "4/15/02--Partners Meeting" on a yellow legal pad. But it only reminded him taxes were due.