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Her feet went pit, pat, pit, pat each time her barefoot took a step. The petite figure paced back and forth around the perimeter of her corner office. Most of her long dark locks pulled into a loose ponytail with tips swayed left to right against her shoulder blades. Her eyes closed and her eyebrows scrunched as she ran her dialogue, prep-talk, and variety of scenarios in her head.
“Hey, no stressing allowed. You’ll get ‘em, Em.”
Her eyes snapped open and found the broad-shoulders, buffed chest, and square jaw bald man standing at the doorway. He gave a quick wink to reassure her.
“You betcha I will, boss,” said Emily. She beamed a child-like grin and a V-for-victory sign with her fingers. “Is he here?”
“Yup. Ralph’s on his way up.”
Emily slipped on a pair black stiletto, which contrasted with her white and blue flowery pencil skirt and sleeveless dark blouse. Although she instantly was 3 to 4 inches taller, she barely met eye-to-eye with her 5’6” boss. She grabbed the bottle of Veuve Clicquot in one hand and two glass flutes in the other.
Just as she was about to pass through the doorframe, her boss put his arm across her back and grabbed her bare shoulder. He pulled her toward him until she bumped his chest.
“Your year-end bonus depends on this. So no pressure right?” joked the older gentleman.
Emily scoffed. She pushed on his chest and bounced off him. “Tssk. You mean all of our bonuses, including yours. So you better pray, like on your-knees-kind that I bag this.”
She returned a wink before went on her way. After a few steps, she looked back over her shoulder and caught the man’s eyes lined with her hips before raised to meet hers. She gave him another wide-grin for reassurance before beeline for the conference room.
The room lined with hand-drawn render of her team’s ideas and visions of what they can design, build, and make the Stahl’s recently acquired piece of fat-land on Macau comes to live. The lights dimmed with spotlight hovered over the easels. Each easel held a drawing of the architecture from the outside, the sparkling and colorful interior designs, the layout of multiple casino floors, the luxurious floor plans for the guests, the indoor 4D virtual domes, and many, many other selling points that her team and the firm offers.
“Ah, Mr. Stahl, welcome back,” greeted Emily. She rested the glasses on the mahogany table before fidgeted with the champagne bottle.
“I trust you remembered all these sale pitches, ya?” Indeed, she presented this ambitious grandeur blueprints just last week.
“I know they answer your mail. You hired us before. So you know us. You know we’re a good fit for the Stahl expansion into the Asian market. After all, who knows more about Asians, what appeals to them, what sells, than a Chan, right?” added Emily with a chuckle. Chan is a popular common family name among the Asian cultures.
The cork popped off with a loud bang, and then followed by soft crackling and fizzing sound as she filled both flutes. She stepped closer to him and offered a glass. “So? Shall we drink to this shiny new, prosperous, and long partnership?”
“Hey, no stressing allowed. You’ll get ‘em, Em.”
Her eyes snapped open and found the broad-shoulders, buffed chest, and square jaw bald man standing at the doorway. He gave a quick wink to reassure her.
“You betcha I will, boss,” said Emily. She beamed a child-like grin and a V-for-victory sign with her fingers. “Is he here?”
“Yup. Ralph’s on his way up.”
Emily slipped on a pair black stiletto, which contrasted with her white and blue flowery pencil skirt and sleeveless dark blouse. Although she instantly was 3 to 4 inches taller, she barely met eye-to-eye with her 5’6” boss. She grabbed the bottle of Veuve Clicquot in one hand and two glass flutes in the other.
Just as she was about to pass through the doorframe, her boss put his arm across her back and grabbed her bare shoulder. He pulled her toward him until she bumped his chest.
“Your year-end bonus depends on this. So no pressure right?” joked the older gentleman.
Emily scoffed. She pushed on his chest and bounced off him. “Tssk. You mean all of our bonuses, including yours. So you better pray, like on your-knees-kind that I bag this.”
She returned a wink before went on her way. After a few steps, she looked back over her shoulder and caught the man’s eyes lined with her hips before raised to meet hers. She gave him another wide-grin for reassurance before beeline for the conference room.
The room lined with hand-drawn render of her team’s ideas and visions of what they can design, build, and make the Stahl’s recently acquired piece of fat-land on Macau comes to live. The lights dimmed with spotlight hovered over the easels. Each easel held a drawing of the architecture from the outside, the sparkling and colorful interior designs, the layout of multiple casino floors, the luxurious floor plans for the guests, the indoor 4D virtual domes, and many, many other selling points that her team and the firm offers.
“Ah, Mr. Stahl, welcome back,” greeted Emily. She rested the glasses on the mahogany table before fidgeted with the champagne bottle.
“I trust you remembered all these sale pitches, ya?” Indeed, she presented this ambitious grandeur blueprints just last week.
“I know they answer your mail. You hired us before. So you know us. You know we’re a good fit for the Stahl expansion into the Asian market. After all, who knows more about Asians, what appeals to them, what sells, than a Chan, right?” added Emily with a chuckle. Chan is a popular common family name among the Asian cultures.
The cork popped off with a loud bang, and then followed by soft crackling and fizzing sound as she filled both flutes. She stepped closer to him and offered a glass. “So? Shall we drink to this shiny new, prosperous, and long partnership?”
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The Stahl Gaming Corporation Lincoln Town Car stood third in the queue waiting to pass through the security gate that guarded the exclusive executive business park three blocks west of the Las Vegas Strip.
“Same place we were last Monday, right Ralph?” asked Jerry Warren, Ralph’s driver.
“Yeah, Jerry, same place, Bauder and Barnett.”
Bauder and Barnett the architectural firm that was the low bidder on the design of Stahl Corp’s new hotel casino complex in Macau. Last week’s visit was supposed to be pro forma. The plans had already been approved by Ralph’s Board of Directors. They asked him, as a matter of courtesy, to sit through the firm’s presentation.
Emily Chan, the project lead architect, conducted the meeting. Her extensive display of sketches that lined the opulent conference room were augmented by a Power Point presentation. Even though Ralph didn’t know a damn thing about architecture, he was impressed not so much by the content but by Ms. Chan. She was very professional, articulate and had that sense of quiet confidence that Ralph found so intriguing. It was something he thought he had himself. He never needed to tell people he was in charge, they just knew it.
Everything was going very smoothly until the last set of slides that detailed the spa and health club. Emily seemed to hesitate as if she were seeing something unexpected. Even Ralph’s old friend Mickey Bauder, one of the firm’s managing partners, looked uneasy. After fumbling through the remaining slides, Emily quickly regained her stride and finished on a good note. However, Ralph made a note to have his team check the health club design just to be sure.
A light lunch was served afterwards giving Ralph and Mickey a chance to catch up. Ralph mentioned how impressed he was with Emily and told Mickey that a signed contract would be there by the end of the week.
When Ralph returned to the office, he dropped off his copy of the presentation to his Macau Team lead with his note about the health club. It was out of sight, out of mind until late Tuesday when he was told that the health club had been modified to previously rejected plans. Plus the total cost had been increased.
Ralph was deeply disappointed. It was not like Mickey to do something like that. Ralph thought about calling him but thought better of it. He didn’t want to say something he might regret. Instead he had an email sent letting Bauder and Barnett their submission had been denied and Stahl Corp. was moving on.
Early Wednesday morning Ralph got a frantic phone call from Mickey begging for an opportunity to straighten things out. Out of deference to their long standing friendship, Ralph agreed and set a Friday deadline.
Sure enough, Mickey called Friday. Apparently there was some internal sabotage, some jealousy issues, that Mickey identified and corrected. Could Ralph please come back on Monday and start fresh.
So here he was on his way down the hallway to the very same conference room. Emily was waiting for him, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two flutes on the table. Ralph chuckled to himself, she was a very confident young woman.
Mickey had assured him everything was back on track so Ralph’s appearance again was a mere formality. Emily was doing her due diligence by reinforcing the reasons why they deserved to be awarded the job. He politely listened knowing he had already signed the contract which would be delivered tomorrow morning.
The loud pop of the cork gave him a bit of a start. Emily approached him with two glasses of champagne cradled in her delicate hands. Out of habit, Ralph glanced at her elegantly manicured fingers. A number of expensive rings adorned a few of them but no wedding or engagement ring. Why the fuck did he do that all the time he met an attractive woman? Habit he guessed but this was business. And Ralph never mixed business with pleasure.
“So? Shall we drink to this shiny new, prosperous, and long partnership?”
Ralph accepted a glass and tipped it to meet hers.
“Yes, I believe so but on one condition. You have to call me Ralph. Would it be alright if I called you Emily?”
“Same place we were last Monday, right Ralph?” asked Jerry Warren, Ralph’s driver.
“Yeah, Jerry, same place, Bauder and Barnett.”
Bauder and Barnett the architectural firm that was the low bidder on the design of Stahl Corp’s new hotel casino complex in Macau. Last week’s visit was supposed to be pro forma. The plans had already been approved by Ralph’s Board of Directors. They asked him, as a matter of courtesy, to sit through the firm’s presentation.
Emily Chan, the project lead architect, conducted the meeting. Her extensive display of sketches that lined the opulent conference room were augmented by a Power Point presentation. Even though Ralph didn’t know a damn thing about architecture, he was impressed not so much by the content but by Ms. Chan. She was very professional, articulate and had that sense of quiet confidence that Ralph found so intriguing. It was something he thought he had himself. He never needed to tell people he was in charge, they just knew it.
Everything was going very smoothly until the last set of slides that detailed the spa and health club. Emily seemed to hesitate as if she were seeing something unexpected. Even Ralph’s old friend Mickey Bauder, one of the firm’s managing partners, looked uneasy. After fumbling through the remaining slides, Emily quickly regained her stride and finished on a good note. However, Ralph made a note to have his team check the health club design just to be sure.
A light lunch was served afterwards giving Ralph and Mickey a chance to catch up. Ralph mentioned how impressed he was with Emily and told Mickey that a signed contract would be there by the end of the week.
When Ralph returned to the office, he dropped off his copy of the presentation to his Macau Team lead with his note about the health club. It was out of sight, out of mind until late Tuesday when he was told that the health club had been modified to previously rejected plans. Plus the total cost had been increased.
Ralph was deeply disappointed. It was not like Mickey to do something like that. Ralph thought about calling him but thought better of it. He didn’t want to say something he might regret. Instead he had an email sent letting Bauder and Barnett their submission had been denied and Stahl Corp. was moving on.
Early Wednesday morning Ralph got a frantic phone call from Mickey begging for an opportunity to straighten things out. Out of deference to their long standing friendship, Ralph agreed and set a Friday deadline.
Sure enough, Mickey called Friday. Apparently there was some internal sabotage, some jealousy issues, that Mickey identified and corrected. Could Ralph please come back on Monday and start fresh.
So here he was on his way down the hallway to the very same conference room. Emily was waiting for him, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two flutes on the table. Ralph chuckled to himself, she was a very confident young woman.
Mickey had assured him everything was back on track so Ralph’s appearance again was a mere formality. Emily was doing her due diligence by reinforcing the reasons why they deserved to be awarded the job. He politely listened knowing he had already signed the contract which would be delivered tomorrow morning.
The loud pop of the cork gave him a bit of a start. Emily approached him with two glasses of champagne cradled in her delicate hands. Out of habit, Ralph glanced at her elegantly manicured fingers. A number of expensive rings adorned a few of them but no wedding or engagement ring. Why the fuck did he do that all the time he met an attractive woman? Habit he guessed but this was business. And Ralph never mixed business with pleasure.
“So? Shall we drink to this shiny new, prosperous, and long partnership?”
Ralph accepted a glass and tipped it to meet hers.
“Yes, I believe so but on one condition. You have to call me Ralph. Would it be alright if I called you Emily?”
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Emily kept her eyes on the dashingly dressed client as their glasses tipped and touched.
Chink.
Naturally, her dark eyes sized him up and took him in, again.
Ralph E. Stahl, thought Emily. His name was as well recognized as the designer suit he’s wearing. She ran through an invisible bio-sheet, which she had mentally created with some social media snooping and insider tips from Mickey, her boss. They were good, long time friends.
Her mind continued, Second generation of Stahl Corp. Divorced. No kids. Many dogs. Fifty-four. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Tall; over six maybe? Active and fit; very fit for someone who’s at a fatherly age.
Her thoughts then wandered down a rabbit hole, Bet he would be a really fun Sugar Daddy. Wonder how many Sugar Babies he got. Bet Mickey would know. Wonder if I’m too old to be one.
Emily is thirty-six.
She internally chuckled at herself recalling Mickey’s teasing comment. According to him, she would fail because she is too self-sufficient. She had laughed, slapped his flexed-forearm, and questioned if she’s supposed to be offended or thank him.
Rising the glass to drink, she kept a calm and confident expression. Yet her mind raced with multiple different speeches, rehearsing and anticipating the client’s refusal of her proposal.
Though Mickey corrected the health club mishaps, she readied herself for a line of question from Ralph. She took the extra time to re-present the vision. It’s model after Onsen, where natural hot spring and mineral water are the focal point. To her surprise, Ralph didn’t bother with any questioning. On hindsight, for a man at his success-caliber, he probably has seen much worse internal office drama and sabotage. At the end of the day, it’s results and bottom-lines that matter.
She barely tasted the champagne before peeling the glass off her ‘Red Rouge’ lips. She shook her head once or twice after Ralph had asked, “Would it be alright if I called you Emily?”
“No.” Emily let it sink for a split second before adding with a smile, “Call me Em. Only people who I really get along with called me that.”
Extending her hand to shake his, she added, “And I think we’ll be getting along just fine. Right, Ralph?” Her ‘Not Really A Waitress’ red nails and rings adorned fingers were slightly cold from cradling the chilled glass earlier.
“I’ll send--- No, I’ll hand deliver,” assured Emily, “a comprehensive project charter by the end of the week. First order, we’ll need a recon trip to Macau. Get to know the lay of the land. When’s the soonest can your Macau Team host us?”
Chink.
Naturally, her dark eyes sized him up and took him in, again.
Ralph E. Stahl, thought Emily. His name was as well recognized as the designer suit he’s wearing. She ran through an invisible bio-sheet, which she had mentally created with some social media snooping and insider tips from Mickey, her boss. They were good, long time friends.
Her mind continued, Second generation of Stahl Corp. Divorced. No kids. Many dogs. Fifty-four. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Tall; over six maybe? Active and fit; very fit for someone who’s at a fatherly age.
Her thoughts then wandered down a rabbit hole, Bet he would be a really fun Sugar Daddy. Wonder how many Sugar Babies he got. Bet Mickey would know. Wonder if I’m too old to be one.
Emily is thirty-six.
She internally chuckled at herself recalling Mickey’s teasing comment. According to him, she would fail because she is too self-sufficient. She had laughed, slapped his flexed-forearm, and questioned if she’s supposed to be offended or thank him.
Rising the glass to drink, she kept a calm and confident expression. Yet her mind raced with multiple different speeches, rehearsing and anticipating the client’s refusal of her proposal.
Though Mickey corrected the health club mishaps, she readied herself for a line of question from Ralph. She took the extra time to re-present the vision. It’s model after Onsen, where natural hot spring and mineral water are the focal point. To her surprise, Ralph didn’t bother with any questioning. On hindsight, for a man at his success-caliber, he probably has seen much worse internal office drama and sabotage. At the end of the day, it’s results and bottom-lines that matter.
She barely tasted the champagne before peeling the glass off her ‘Red Rouge’ lips. She shook her head once or twice after Ralph had asked, “Would it be alright if I called you Emily?”
“No.” Emily let it sink for a split second before adding with a smile, “Call me Em. Only people who I really get along with called me that.”
Extending her hand to shake his, she added, “And I think we’ll be getting along just fine. Right, Ralph?” Her ‘Not Really A Waitress’ red nails and rings adorned fingers were slightly cold from cradling the chilled glass earlier.
“I’ll send--- No, I’ll hand deliver,” assured Emily, “a comprehensive project charter by the end of the week. First order, we’ll need a recon trip to Macau. Get to know the lay of the land. When’s the soonest can your Macau Team host us?”
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Emily paused before answering Ralph’s question. He caught her eyes roaming over him, assessing him. As she raised her flute to drink, Ralph’s eyes locked onto hers. He stared into two liquid pools of dark chocolate, so dark her pupils were barely discernible. Her eyes were beautiful, soft, warm, sincere. Her gaze reflected her intelligence, independence, confidence.
She launched into a rerun of her presentation while still avoiding his question. Her words were lost on him for at that moment the importance of the Macau project was replaced with his desire to learn more about this beautiful woman standing in front of him.
It had been four years since Ralph and his wife Andrea ended their 20 year marriage. The divorce, while amicable and without any drama, was still hard on both of them. That, plus the divorce coincided with the inception of the proposed expansion into the Asian market, really didn’t allow Ralph much time to pursue other interests. It wasn’t that he lost his sexual drive. No, that was still very much alive and well, especially after the lifestyle he and his wife led. He just wasn’t ready. What was it about Emily, a woman he barely knew, suddenly take his mind to places he hadn’t visited in quite some time.
“Slow down, Ralph” his voice of reason, the one that had served him so well scolded him.
“You met her a minute ago, what she’s 20-25 years younger, what would she want with you. She’s too smart, too driven, too success oriented to be a gold digger and you really don’t want that anyway. Cool your jets, asshole.”
Ralph remembered Mickey telling him at lunch last week that this was Emily’s first major project. Maybe all her flirting, the hair touching, lip licking, the tilting of her hips allowing just a hint more thigh peek from the slit in her tight skirt were just part of the sales pitch. Perhaps he could give Mickey a call later in the week and get a little more background on her. After all, this was a mid eight digit contract and Ralph had the right to know who was running it. Also, he wanted to hear more about this internal fuck up. Somehow Ralph thought it was a bit more complicated than Mickey let on.
Emily took a small sip of champagne before finally answering his question.
“No”, she said while nodding her head.
Ralph was taken aback before an impish grin creased her face.
“Call me Em. Only people I really get along with call me that.”
A short spurt of air escaped from Ralph’s mouth, a breath of relief. A sense of humor. He was beginning to like her more by the moment.
She extended her hand and told him they would get along just fine. Then she offered to hand deliver the final project charter personally. Finally she wanted to meet with the Macau team and schedule a trip to view the property. Ralph liked her drive, her ambition.
“Wow Emily, I can see you really want to dive right in and get started. Tell you what, give me a chance to arrange things back at the office and we’ll talk more when you come by Friday.”
Ralph paused for a second to take one more look at her. The left hip tilt was even more exaggerated and exposed more of what Ralph thought was a very muscular, sexy thigh. Even though that fucking voice of reason was about to stop him, Ralph ignored it and proceeded.
“How about 4:30 Friday. We could talk for a bit and maybe an early dinner afterwards, my treat. What do you think?”
She launched into a rerun of her presentation while still avoiding his question. Her words were lost on him for at that moment the importance of the Macau project was replaced with his desire to learn more about this beautiful woman standing in front of him.
It had been four years since Ralph and his wife Andrea ended their 20 year marriage. The divorce, while amicable and without any drama, was still hard on both of them. That, plus the divorce coincided with the inception of the proposed expansion into the Asian market, really didn’t allow Ralph much time to pursue other interests. It wasn’t that he lost his sexual drive. No, that was still very much alive and well, especially after the lifestyle he and his wife led. He just wasn’t ready. What was it about Emily, a woman he barely knew, suddenly take his mind to places he hadn’t visited in quite some time.
“Slow down, Ralph” his voice of reason, the one that had served him so well scolded him.
“You met her a minute ago, what she’s 20-25 years younger, what would she want with you. She’s too smart, too driven, too success oriented to be a gold digger and you really don’t want that anyway. Cool your jets, asshole.”
Ralph remembered Mickey telling him at lunch last week that this was Emily’s first major project. Maybe all her flirting, the hair touching, lip licking, the tilting of her hips allowing just a hint more thigh peek from the slit in her tight skirt were just part of the sales pitch. Perhaps he could give Mickey a call later in the week and get a little more background on her. After all, this was a mid eight digit contract and Ralph had the right to know who was running it. Also, he wanted to hear more about this internal fuck up. Somehow Ralph thought it was a bit more complicated than Mickey let on.
Emily took a small sip of champagne before finally answering his question.
“No”, she said while nodding her head.
Ralph was taken aback before an impish grin creased her face.
“Call me Em. Only people I really get along with call me that.”
A short spurt of air escaped from Ralph’s mouth, a breath of relief. A sense of humor. He was beginning to like her more by the moment.
She extended her hand and told him they would get along just fine. Then she offered to hand deliver the final project charter personally. Finally she wanted to meet with the Macau team and schedule a trip to view the property. Ralph liked her drive, her ambition.
“Wow Emily, I can see you really want to dive right in and get started. Tell you what, give me a chance to arrange things back at the office and we’ll talk more when you come by Friday.”
Ralph paused for a second to take one more look at her. The left hip tilt was even more exaggerated and exposed more of what Ralph thought was a very muscular, sexy thigh. Even though that fucking voice of reason was about to stop him, Ralph ignored it and proceeded.
“How about 4:30 Friday. We could talk for a bit and maybe an early dinner afterwards, my treat. What do you think?”
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“Wow Emily, I can see you really want to dive right in and get started,” injected Ralph with an amused undertone.
“As they say, strike while the iron is hot,” added Emily. She shifted her weight to her left hip and leaned back until she propped against the side of the conference table. Heels are great. They empower this psychological confident and physical dominance. Though she tends to taller and prouder in heels, she’s not always comfortable in them.
She didn’t show her discomfort nor break eye contact while she moved and the client proposed, “An early dinner afterwards. What do you think?”
Smiling, she said, “I think it’s a great idea.” She emptied her drink before offering, “Unless you have any immediate question, I’ll walk you Mickey’s office?”
Speaking of Mickey, he’s the only one in the office to know that Emily recently filed for divorce. Emily kept her professional and personal lives as separate as she could. It wasn’t until the stress and emotion toll from the hearings and filings that she had to tell Mickey. It was interfering with concentration and impacting her work, like health club debacle.
“As they say, strike while the iron is hot,” added Emily. She shifted her weight to her left hip and leaned back until she propped against the side of the conference table. Heels are great. They empower this psychological confident and physical dominance. Though she tends to taller and prouder in heels, she’s not always comfortable in them.
She didn’t show her discomfort nor break eye contact while she moved and the client proposed, “An early dinner afterwards. What do you think?”
Smiling, she said, “I think it’s a great idea.” She emptied her drink before offering, “Unless you have any immediate question, I’ll walk you Mickey’s office?”
Speaking of Mickey, he’s the only one in the office to know that Emily recently filed for divorce. Emily kept her professional and personal lives as separate as she could. It wasn’t until the stress and emotion toll from the hearings and filings that she had to tell Mickey. It was interfering with concentration and impacting her work, like health club debacle.
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Ralph allowed Emily to walk slightly in front of him as they made their way down the hallway to Mickey’s office. The tap of her stiletto heels against the marble tile floor reminded Ralph of the sound the metronome made when his sister practiced the piano when he was a kid. Those rhythmic clicks coupled with the gentle sway of her hips bordered on hypnotic. He couldn’t help but noticed how her skirt clung and framed her shapely ass. Once more the Macau project was the furthest thing on his mind.
“You better pump the brakes there, Ralphie boy.”
That fucking voice of reason again.
“Think about it, asshole. She’s young, hot, smart, great personality, successful. She could give two shits about who you are, how important you are in this town or how much money you have. You’d be just another old guy hitting on her trying hard to deal with their mid-life crisis.”
Ralph wanted to fight back.
“What about the flirting. She didn’t hesitate to accept my dinner invitation. I think there’s something there.”
“And I think you’re a fucking idiot.”
Ralph was so lost in his internal dialogue that he almost ran into Emily as she stopped outside Mickey’s office. His admin, Charlotte, said he was on the phone but to go on in and have a seat.
As they walked in, Mickey looked up, smiled and held up his index finger to let them know he was almost finished. Emily and Ralph sat down on the two executive chairs in front of Mickey’s desk. She turned hers slightly towards Ralph and crossed her left leg over her right. Ralph’s eyes couldn’t help but notice that a substantial portion of her thigh emerged through the slit in her skirt. His look didn’t go unnoticed as Emily shot him a “caught ya” smile. Thankfully, Mickey’s called ended before Ralph had a chance to embarrass himself any further.
“Well, by the looks on everyone’s face, we’re back on the job,” Mickey said with a big grin on his face. “I’m sure Em satisfactorily answered all your questions and put to rest any apprehensions you might have had, Ralph.”
Ralph looked over at Emily before answering. His gaze lingered a second. God, she’s has that rare combination of being cute and sexy, sexy without even trying.
“Get your ass back on track, Ralph.”
Yeah, yeah yeah.
“She did, Mick. I’m really looking forward to working with Em on this venture.”
Mickey looked a bit surprised when Ralph called her Em. Not many people around the office had earned that privilege to address her in that fashion. Mickey was duly impressed.
“Em is the best and I knew you only deserved the best.”
He was about to continue but Charlotte peaked her head into the office, excused herself and said Emily had a call that couldn’t wait.
“Go ahead Em,” Mickey said, “ Ralph and I can catch up on a couple things.”
Emily stood and excused herself. Ralph said he would see her on Friday but didn’t mention anything about dinner. Best Mickey not know that right now. Ralph’s eyes trailed her as she exited the office, something he hoped Mickey didn’t notice.
“She’s really, really good Ralph. You won’t be disappointed. I’m so glad you gave us another chance.”
“No problem, Mick. We’ve been friends for a long time so I knew this could all be straightened out. By the way, what exactly happened? Just curious and please tell me more about Em.”
Ralph had to be careful not to let Mickey know he was interested in much more than her achievements. But he was determined not to leave his office without knowing if he had any chance at all of pursuing something more than a professional relationship.
“You better pump the brakes there, Ralphie boy.”
That fucking voice of reason again.
“Think about it, asshole. She’s young, hot, smart, great personality, successful. She could give two shits about who you are, how important you are in this town or how much money you have. You’d be just another old guy hitting on her trying hard to deal with their mid-life crisis.”
Ralph wanted to fight back.
“What about the flirting. She didn’t hesitate to accept my dinner invitation. I think there’s something there.”
“And I think you’re a fucking idiot.”
Ralph was so lost in his internal dialogue that he almost ran into Emily as she stopped outside Mickey’s office. His admin, Charlotte, said he was on the phone but to go on in and have a seat.
As they walked in, Mickey looked up, smiled and held up his index finger to let them know he was almost finished. Emily and Ralph sat down on the two executive chairs in front of Mickey’s desk. She turned hers slightly towards Ralph and crossed her left leg over her right. Ralph’s eyes couldn’t help but notice that a substantial portion of her thigh emerged through the slit in her skirt. His look didn’t go unnoticed as Emily shot him a “caught ya” smile. Thankfully, Mickey’s called ended before Ralph had a chance to embarrass himself any further.
“Well, by the looks on everyone’s face, we’re back on the job,” Mickey said with a big grin on his face. “I’m sure Em satisfactorily answered all your questions and put to rest any apprehensions you might have had, Ralph.”
Ralph looked over at Emily before answering. His gaze lingered a second. God, she’s has that rare combination of being cute and sexy, sexy without even trying.
“Get your ass back on track, Ralph.”
Yeah, yeah yeah.
“She did, Mick. I’m really looking forward to working with Em on this venture.”
Mickey looked a bit surprised when Ralph called her Em. Not many people around the office had earned that privilege to address her in that fashion. Mickey was duly impressed.
“Em is the best and I knew you only deserved the best.”
He was about to continue but Charlotte peaked her head into the office, excused herself and said Emily had a call that couldn’t wait.
“Go ahead Em,” Mickey said, “ Ralph and I can catch up on a couple things.”
Emily stood and excused herself. Ralph said he would see her on Friday but didn’t mention anything about dinner. Best Mickey not know that right now. Ralph’s eyes trailed her as she exited the office, something he hoped Mickey didn’t notice.
“She’s really, really good Ralph. You won’t be disappointed. I’m so glad you gave us another chance.”
“No problem, Mick. We’ve been friends for a long time so I knew this could all be straightened out. By the way, what exactly happened? Just curious and please tell me more about Em.”
Ralph had to be careful not to let Mickey know he was interested in much more than her achievements. But he was determined not to leave his office without knowing if he had any chance at all of pursuing something more than a professional relationship.
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Emily kept a polite smile on her face as the two old buds exchanged pleasantries. Her eyes rolled teasingly when Mickey complimented, “Em is the best.”
“Action speak louder than word, boss. An appreciative bonus would be nice,” Emily firmly added while shooting a playful wink at Mickey.
“Ralph and I can catch up on a couple things,” Mickey said.
She nodded, “Sure, I’ll leave you two gentlemen be.” She leaned slowly to aside and laid a hand on Ralph’s knee. “It’s good to see you again, Ralph. Yes, we’ll continue this Friday.” With a smile, she stood up and excused herself.
Mickey’s eyes left her backside just half a second before Ralph’s. The bald man hastily added just in case his friend caught his lingering leer, “I’m so glad you gave us another chance.”
“Yes, I’ve taken care of the problem, which is no longer one,” Mickey declared confidently. “Em? She’s really, really good Ralph. You won’t be disappointed. She’s sharp, relentless. She has out-of-the-box big visions. It sounds crazy at times,” he ended with a chuckle.
Leaning back on his leathery executive chair, he narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, “I sense that’s not what you want to know, old friend. So what is it?”
Ralph shrugged.
Mickey added without a queue, “She keeps her private life pretty private, though she’s social-able. If she wants to, she can be the life of party but she prefers smaller and more intimate scene. Quiet and homey. I spent hours chatting away with her and forgot about the whole cooperate party.”
Mickey laughed again. “I sound like I’m writing her dating profile. Speaking of that, is that what Friday is? A date?” inquired the boss. He felt a ting of curiosity and jealousy.
“Action speak louder than word, boss. An appreciative bonus would be nice,” Emily firmly added while shooting a playful wink at Mickey.
“Ralph and I can catch up on a couple things,” Mickey said.
She nodded, “Sure, I’ll leave you two gentlemen be.” She leaned slowly to aside and laid a hand on Ralph’s knee. “It’s good to see you again, Ralph. Yes, we’ll continue this Friday.” With a smile, she stood up and excused herself.
Mickey’s eyes left her backside just half a second before Ralph’s. The bald man hastily added just in case his friend caught his lingering leer, “I’m so glad you gave us another chance.”
“Yes, I’ve taken care of the problem, which is no longer one,” Mickey declared confidently. “Em? She’s really, really good Ralph. You won’t be disappointed. She’s sharp, relentless. She has out-of-the-box big visions. It sounds crazy at times,” he ended with a chuckle.
Leaning back on his leathery executive chair, he narrowed his eyes and curled his lips, “I sense that’s not what you want to know, old friend. So what is it?”
Ralph shrugged.
Mickey added without a queue, “She keeps her private life pretty private, though she’s social-able. If she wants to, she can be the life of party but she prefers smaller and more intimate scene. Quiet and homey. I spent hours chatting away with her and forgot about the whole cooperate party.”
Mickey laughed again. “I sound like I’m writing her dating profile. Speaking of that, is that what Friday is? A date?” inquired the boss. He felt a ting of curiosity and jealousy.
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“….is that what Friday is, a date?”
Although he said it with a laugh, the tone of Mickey’s voice made it sound more like an accusation rather than a question. Ralph wondered if he saw Emily’s hand on his knee as she got up and left his office. Did that trigger his surprising response? Was there something going on between them? Was Mickey jealous?
Ralph knew Mickey always thought of himself as quite the ladies man. He had that “way” around women. And women seemed to respond to his flirtatious behavior. There was the bevy of gym bunnies that surrounded him when he worked out. Ralph was familiar with the series of exercise routines videos he posted on Instagram and knew he had a good number of viewers. As a confirmed life long bachelor, Ralph knew Mickey was never lacking for attractive female companions. Was Mickey expanding the scope of his dating landscape to the workplace? Was Emily on his radar?
“Oh for fuck’s sake Mickey, I just wanted to learn a little bit more about the woman that’s holding the key to the future of my business. You know me.”
Well in reality, Mickey really didn’t. Where Mickey was never shy about telling him about his latest sexual conquest, Ralph was much more quiet, reserved about those matters. In spite of his wealth and position in the community, Ralph kept his private life private. Mickey, and the rest of the world, saw only what Ralph wanted them to see.
“Why are you even bothering with this, you idiot.”
That bothersome little voice again.
“What, her hand on your knee and you think she wants to jump in bed with you? Get a grip asshole. Anyway maybe she’s already spoken for, right? Mickey seemed pissed. You’re asking too many questions.”
Ralph took a quick look at his watch.
“Hey Mick it’s getting late. Thanks for the info. I’m just glad everything worked out. Do me a favor and let Emily know I’ll have Jerry swing by on Friday at 4 to pick her up.”
Mickey just nodded as he extended his hand. They shook and Ralph did a quick 180 and left. He texted Jerry to pick him up out front. As he exited, he passed by Emily’s office. She was busy reviewing documents on her computer. He had intended to stop and see her before he left but now thought better of it.
He needed time to rethink this whole Emily thing. Jesus, what was it about her that got him so riled up inside, reawakened his need for someone in his life.
“You don’t need that right now Ralphie boy, you don’t……..”
“Fuck you and shut the fuck up,” Ralph blurted out loud just as he stepped outside.
“Everything all right, Ralph?” Jerry asked as he pulled up.
“Yeah, yeah Jerry just great. It’s late. Let’s get back to the office.”
Emily was the only thing on his mind as they weaved their way through traffic. He had a couple of days to think this through. But somehow, deep down inside, he knew Emily was not going away.
Although he said it with a laugh, the tone of Mickey’s voice made it sound more like an accusation rather than a question. Ralph wondered if he saw Emily’s hand on his knee as she got up and left his office. Did that trigger his surprising response? Was there something going on between them? Was Mickey jealous?
Ralph knew Mickey always thought of himself as quite the ladies man. He had that “way” around women. And women seemed to respond to his flirtatious behavior. There was the bevy of gym bunnies that surrounded him when he worked out. Ralph was familiar with the series of exercise routines videos he posted on Instagram and knew he had a good number of viewers. As a confirmed life long bachelor, Ralph knew Mickey was never lacking for attractive female companions. Was Mickey expanding the scope of his dating landscape to the workplace? Was Emily on his radar?
“Oh for fuck’s sake Mickey, I just wanted to learn a little bit more about the woman that’s holding the key to the future of my business. You know me.”
Well in reality, Mickey really didn’t. Where Mickey was never shy about telling him about his latest sexual conquest, Ralph was much more quiet, reserved about those matters. In spite of his wealth and position in the community, Ralph kept his private life private. Mickey, and the rest of the world, saw only what Ralph wanted them to see.
“Why are you even bothering with this, you idiot.”
That bothersome little voice again.
“What, her hand on your knee and you think she wants to jump in bed with you? Get a grip asshole. Anyway maybe she’s already spoken for, right? Mickey seemed pissed. You’re asking too many questions.”
Ralph took a quick look at his watch.
“Hey Mick it’s getting late. Thanks for the info. I’m just glad everything worked out. Do me a favor and let Emily know I’ll have Jerry swing by on Friday at 4 to pick her up.”
Mickey just nodded as he extended his hand. They shook and Ralph did a quick 180 and left. He texted Jerry to pick him up out front. As he exited, he passed by Emily’s office. She was busy reviewing documents on her computer. He had intended to stop and see her before he left but now thought better of it.
He needed time to rethink this whole Emily thing. Jesus, what was it about her that got him so riled up inside, reawakened his need for someone in his life.
“You don’t need that right now Ralphie boy, you don’t……..”
“Fuck you and shut the fuck up,” Ralph blurted out loud just as he stepped outside.
“Everything all right, Ralph?” Jerry asked as he pulled up.
“Yeah, yeah Jerry just great. It’s late. Let’s get back to the office.”
Emily was the only thing on his mind as they weaved their way through traffic. He had a couple of days to think this through. But somehow, deep down inside, he knew Emily was not going away.
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