The following morning was a business-as-usual day. The Boss would not be back until late afternoon, so he would not be available to sign the Grabbel contract until then. Raymond was a partner and she could ask him to sign. After that, she could stow the contract in the drawer, hand the operations over to Project and be done with it until the next commercial event appeared—whatever it would be.
So that was what she was going to do, and she had better do it fast before the Toms and Dungis of the workplace complicated it.
Raymond was surprised; it had been a long time since anybody sought him out. And who sought him out was none other than Gina. From one extreme to the other, he thought, smiling and nearly dropping his half-smoked cig
"Georg, if Colin makes good on his blackmail, not only could he go to Benina, he could also go to Kronos. If Kronos contacts my board, it will be worse." Abram had called The Boss who was then waiting at the airport executive lounge for his flight back to Seattle. "It could be made into a scandal, and the board may oust me. I’m getting nervous, to be honest." He sighed, then, "I probably would have to delay the Indonesian project, or worse, drop it off altogether." That was a heavy reality. The Indonesian project was a stellar opportunity for both gentlemen and their companies, but Abram staying at the helm was the pillar of everything—as it stood, it was not a choice. "Decide nothing until next week," The Boss said.
On Friday morning, Gina woke up early. She sat down by the edge of the bed. She didn't feel mentally fresh and was slightly emotional. Her boss seemed evasive. She hadn't seen him after his return from D.C.; a gift package replaced his presence instead. Since the night they kissed, nothing had felt as right as before. To make matters worse, Rhonda was getting to be just as evasive—not available to take her call—when she needed her friend and co-planner to talk to the night before they were to execute their plan. She looked out of her window. Still dark. It was a cold morning, colder than the many mornings before. Winter was a few days away. She could see the wind blowing hard as the trees were swaying and the street was already full of the fallen leaves. She recalled the insults Colin hurled at her thr
Pete was restless. He began his day by looking at his wristwatch. He did so hourly, and left meetings with his team while they were still in progress. He took his lunch at his desk, and declined Abram's invitation to meet over drinks in the evening. His secretary had consistently failed to get his attention all morning, and he asked her to push every agenda in the afternoon to the following week. She was not sure what was happening with her boss. At 1 in the afternoon, he headed out of the office and had his driver take him home. From inside the car, he made a call. "Hi, Gina. Are we still on for tonight at 10?" he smiled as he heard the answer. "Ok, good. I was thinking, why don't we have dinner there, too? Or somewhere else if
Giorgio Castelli was a successful restauranteur. He started his business by opening a small Italian restaurant in Bellevue. The place was so small it could only host eight people over two small tables at once. But that did not deter the determination of his customers to have his excellent cooking. Most of them would queue just to have their orders to go. He used up most of the space for the kitchen, which was separated from the dining area by one big window. There, he and his three sisters worked the magic, and let the guests watch how the dough was processed before it became the superb pasta they were going to have. The Boss had heard of this excellent little Italian place and one day asked his secretary to get him the gnocchi. It came to his desk in a standard packaging—a plain container with a simple sticker of the restaurant's name—but what was in it The Boss found exceptional. He b
They exchanged pleasantries, and to go with it, they had beers. When the second round came, the server served cocktails for the girls, and a bottle each of rum and bourbon. This was when the seating arrangement—where all the girls were seated between the two gentlemen—changed. As soon as the server left, Gina excused herself to go to the ladies' room. When she was back, Pete was already seated between Rhonda and Linda, and Colin was next to Linda. Perfect! She thought, then she sat at one end of the couch, intentionally leaving a big gap between her and Colin on the U-shape sofa, and quickly busying herself by pouring a glass of rum. "Is that for me?" Colin asked as he moved closer to Gina, closing the distance between them. "Oh, I thought you already have a glass in your hand," she said with
"Colin! What are you doing here?" Her moment of recalling was rudely interrupted when a grinning Colin appeared before her. "To finish what we started. Now, let's take those panties off of you." He advanced closer toward her, and grabbed her as she tried to back away. He locked her in a kiss while his hand pulled her dress up, and tugged her panties down. He pushed them half-way down to her knees, then he forced two fingers in. She twisted away violently, yet he was determined. It was only when she screamed loudly and hit him across his face did he realize she was not acting. She broke free, but her panties gathered around her ankles tripped her hasty move. She fell onto the pavement. Acting or not, Colin never cared. He looked around quickly, and when his murky mind saw nobody was around, he went after the downed
She observed the good-looking man lying beside her. Roy was still fast asleep. He brought her to his place following her sweet promise of a night together —although she had offered her place, too. That was an odd choice to make, she thought. For a man who was after sex, he should have preferred the female counterpart's place instead, so he could leave when he wished —usually a dent on the pillows was all that was left as the evidence of his ever being there, or maybe fleetingly longer if there was a last-minute subsequent loving-act. She had thought the vain Roy was merely interested in sex and scoring a conquest. She was ok with that, liked it even. It would be a tango. Now, after the night of lovemaking, she caught a different vibe from him. Though not in clear terms, she was sure he was in love with her.&
The vigor of their lovemaking had sated them and made them hungry. Roy thought it would be nice if they could have their after-sex meal together, and Gina liked the idea. She would not come to lunch with her boss that hungry, either. As she was whipping something up in the kitchen for them to eat, from the other side of the kitchen countertop he said, "By the way, I’ve informed your boss of the unfortunate thing that happened to you last night." What? She stopped beating the eggs. He continued, unaware of her surprise, "He did not say much, but from the few questions he asked I could hear his immense anger through his quivering vo
She looked out the window. It was raining outside. The plane was still taxiing, rolling slowly on the taxiway. This was it, the last time she would be in the land of her hometown for a long time. She had planned to go back no sooner than six months. If she was to start anew, then today should be her past, tomorrow should be her today, and yesterday should not be revisited too soon. She would not think about the people she left. Not her friends, nor those who were once her clients back in Abalido and Quinaeros—like Roy. Not even Rhonda, the last person she said goodbye to just an hour ago at the airport. And not The Boss—especially not him. She had to make room in her mind for new people, new acquaintances, and new kinds of relationships. She took out the card from her purse—Rhonda had saved
She was not sure how to enjoy the glitz, attention, and admiration she received on the night of the lavish farewell party The Boss threw for her. She would leave for Jakarta as a Trelleconian the following day, and cease to call Georg her boss—and start calling Abram her boss, instead. Something she had never thought would happen. It was surreal—and not something she enjoyed at all. The Boss was her boss now and always—that stood no more. She saw he had spared no expense for her. He closed down the entire Eggs and Flowers for the party, and had them fill the room up with more flowers than what it already had. He made sure that not only the entire management of Abalido and Quinaeros were there that night, but also people who were dear to her. Rocco was there, and a couple of clients she had had cl
"So, you’re finally letting her go," Abram said, seated comfortably, gnawing a cigar, with a drink in his hand—The Boss was doing the same. The Boss said, "I have to," from the mentally opposite side. "It was her decision." He brought to mind the day following their talk the evening after the celebratory party; she had called him to say she was seriously considering the offer, and needed a week to think—and thus his turbulent state of mind. She got back to him yesterday to confirm. Crushed—the seconds that passed tortured him all throughout the night. He met with Abram the following day—this day—to let him know. He forced himself to come to terms with her decision: she would take Abram's job offer and leave him.
It was a glorious day for all of them. The Trelleco board had met and came out to support the Indonesian project, and appointed Abalido and Quinaeros Inc. as their consulting partner. The decision was unanimous—Abram got the unity he wanted not only at the management, but also at the board levels. Kronos had withdrawn their bid the day before when Aerlman—as Trelleco's COO—requested a clear list of key resources to be included in their counterproposal—as he did Abalido and Quinaeros. He acted on the advice Gina gave through The Boss. Surely enough that would have disclosed Kronos' intention to supply inadequate resources if they had not pulled out. To the people who knew, Gina was the star of the private party that the two companies jointly threw together that evening. With the latest thing
The meeting with Waylor was in some place out of town, about twenty miles off Seattle—in Bothell. The diner restaurant was nondescript, and the patrons were scarce. She walked to the end of the room and recognized the other gentleman Abram had introduced her to during breakfast at Eggs and Flowers. He was not Waylor. He was casually dressed, fitting the atmosphere of the place—so was Gina. Waylor had told her what to expect from the place, "We would just be two suburbanites having dinner," his text to her said. He stood up as she approached, and formally introduced himself and they shook hands, unlike two intimate suburbanites. "I'm sorry Mr. Waylor cannot make it in the last minute but insisted this meeting with you
What The Boss did not want to reveal, was not a mystery hard to unravel. The four of them got together on the same evening after Gina met The Boss. She had expected something that would take much longer with him, but otherwise considered what had transpired during lunch as progress. Still in her jubilant mood, Gina told Rhonda, Linda and Rocco what she had learned at her lunch with him: The Boss' hands were everywhere in their affair on and before that fateful night. "Still, he wouldn't let me know how." Except in the case of Roy, which Gina knew from Roy himself—The Boss gave him a pass that was valid on the day their plan was to be executed. Cunning—the girls realized how shrewd their boss was. Rhonda shared what sh
The Sun peered now and then over the grey condensed water vapor. The wind slipped through between the buildings and trees and was quick to wipe out the warmth off the skin. One could see the windswept hair of the women as they went in and out of the shops, and smell the wafted scent of perfume as they passed one another. The afternoon was cloudy and cold. Her heart was joyous. The concierge at Eggs and Flowers was cheerful to see her back. He was quick to greet and usher her to her dining room. He left her at the doorway of the private room. "He's been waiting for you, Miss," he said, smiling before walking away. He stood from his seat the moment she appeared, and walked toward her
The vigor of their lovemaking had sated them and made them hungry. Roy thought it would be nice if they could have their after-sex meal together, and Gina liked the idea. She would not come to lunch with her boss that hungry, either. As she was whipping something up in the kitchen for them to eat, from the other side of the kitchen countertop he said, "By the way, I’ve informed your boss of the unfortunate thing that happened to you last night." What? She stopped beating the eggs. He continued, unaware of her surprise, "He did not say much, but from the few questions he asked I could hear his immense anger through his quivering vo
She observed the good-looking man lying beside her. Roy was still fast asleep. He brought her to his place following her sweet promise of a night together —although she had offered her place, too. That was an odd choice to make, she thought. For a man who was after sex, he should have preferred the female counterpart's place instead, so he could leave when he wished —usually a dent on the pillows was all that was left as the evidence of his ever being there, or maybe fleetingly longer if there was a last-minute subsequent loving-act. She had thought the vain Roy was merely interested in sex and scoring a conquest. She was ok with that, liked it even. It would be a tango. Now, after the night of lovemaking, she caught a different vibe from him. Though not in clear terms, she was sure he was in love with her.&