USER: Fasse den folgenden Text in stichworten zusammen: """Part 1 I had just tossed my headset down and was starting to pack things up when Dave came up behind me. "Hey, Brian - when are you finished?" Since I already knew what was coming next, I deliberately continued shutting down my programs, killing them one by one with a simple click of the mouse. "About five minutes ago," I told him. He shuffled his feet and stared down at me with that nervous, doomed look he did so well. In the six months I'd been with the company, I don't think I'd ever seen him relaxed. "Would you mind staying a couple hours?" He actually cringed as he said it, which suggested he was learning. "Even an hour would be great." "Nope. Sorry, but I've gotta go." With all the important programs closed, I did a control-alt-delete and logged off the office network. "Normally I'd love the overtime," I lied, "but I've got plans for tonight." One thing I had to say for Dave - he was persistent. "Not even an hour?" "Can't do it, Dave." I rolled my chair away from the desk, forcing him to side-step out of the way. "I've got too many things to get done tonight." "Come on, just an hour." He watched as I zipped up my black bomber jacket and grabbed my knapsack, but still refused to give up. "It'd be a huge help." The first few times he'd badgered me like this, I'd actually felt guilty and had given in. The next few times I'd told him the truth - that I simply didn 't want to stay - and he had continued begging all the way...

USER: fasse den folgenden Text in Stichworten zusammen: """Vic had another day to sit around and loaf. His next job would probably come in another month or so. Karen had left for the clinic early, 4 a.m. if he recalled correctly. He knew she was performing surgery all day since it was Thursday. He and Karen led quite an upscale life. Vic was a consultant physicist for the construction of nuclear power plants. A job that paid extremely well. He had cleared over $300,000 last year and he was only called on for four jobs, the longest of which required a month of his time. All total, Vic had earned is entire income in just over 14 weeks of work. His job was important, but he was always amazed at the amount of money he could demand. He was definitely living the good life. When he had met Karen six years ago, he had the feeling she was going out with him for his money. After a month of dating, Karen had finished her residency, became a partner in a major plastic surgery clinic, and within a year after that, was making twice what Vic was pulling in a year. Eighteen months after they met, they were, almost secretly, married in Vegas. Neither had any family, both being only children with now deceased parents. Perhaps that's what drew them together, that commonality they shared and the loneliness it could bring. Karen and Vic spent much of their time together. Vic was home nearly three-quarters of the year and Karen only worked Wednesday through Saturday and although she started quite early ...