A Desperado

I wasn’t expecting Christopher to reach his hand out for a handshake but instinctively, I accepted it and got reminded of the streak of warmth his hand was capable of leaving just like that passionate night.

I watch as he walks past me and rounds his desk to sit behind it.

As soon as he sees the cup of espresso sitting on his desk, he picks it up and takes a sip before putting it back on the saucer.

Fixing his gaze on Stella, he asks, “Stella, what’s my schedule for today?”

Immediately, she makes quick swipes on the tablet screen in her arm before reading out his itinerary for the day.

“You have a meeting with the Board of Directors by 10 AM. Your visit to the car factory is scheduled for 1 PM. And that’s all for today.”

Christopher rubs his stubble with his index finger and doesn’t take his eyes off her. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment as silence ensued. The next moment, he makes an adjustment to his schedule.

“Move the trip for the factory to 3 PM and make a re