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home, Vivienne had pangs of homesickness. She loved her parents, and it was so good to see them in each other’s arms again. On the flight back, she reflected on her conversation with her mother.
“So it looked like you and your mother had a chance to visit,” Jacob said.
“Yes, we had a good talk.”
“I can tell that you are pleased about them getting back together.”
Vivienne linked her arm through Jacob’s and rested her head on his shoulder. “Very pleased.” She wondered what Jacob really thought about marriage. She knew he had no plans to marry, but he must see how wonderful it was for his own parents. And for hers too.
But that left Vivienne in crisis. Her heart pulled her in one direction, as she wanted what her parents had. But her head told her that Jacob wasn’t a marriage prospect. Yet he was the man she loved, so she was stuck. Her mother had been right about compromise being important in a relationship, but could she continue to compromise this much?
Chapter 8
After the long holiday, Jacob returned to the office. The first thing he saw was Meg’s cheerful face. “Did you have a good Thanksgiving?” she said.
“Yes, it was very nice. How about you?”
“I introduced my new boyfriend to my parents.” Meg looked very pleased.
“I didn’t know you had a new boyfriend.” Jacob couldn’t keep up with all of these things.
Meg frowned. “I told you about him. Kristoph, he’s a painter.”
“Hmm, have I seen his work?”
“No, not that kind of painter,” Meg said. “He’s not a starving artist, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“He could be the great-great-grandson of Van Gogh, for all I know.”
Meg laughed. “Not hardly. He has his own company, and they paint interiors. It’s a big deal. There’s lots of redecorating going on in this city. He does some multimillion-dollar homes, so if you ever want to update yours…”
Jacob smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The rest of his day wasn’t quite as entertaining. Jacob met with his managers on some ongoing matters, then he got a call from Walsh. “Trouble from Kenyon,” was all he said. Jacob went down to his office, where his investigator had his computer, in case he needed to access any information.
Stephen Walsh was the consummate professional. He dressed in t-shirts and cargo pants, as he didn’t have a need to see the public. But when it came to the computer and investigative resources, he was brilliant.
Jacob sat in the chair across from him. “At least he’s showing his hand. What’s he up to?”
Walsh leaned on the desk. “As you know, we work in a highly regulated market.”
Jacob knew that the New York State Liquor Authority was run by chairman Dennis Rosen, who ensured the state regulations were strictly followed. He had been quick to impose hefty fines on wholesalers and retailers for any violation.
“We’re very careful about all that,” Jacob said. “So, what’s the problem?”
“Before the new regulations were enacted, it was standard practice for wholesalers like us to offer discounted wines or rare wines to retailers who were loyal customers,” Walsh said. “The new rules forbid those kinds of favors.”
“Which is why we now post prices with the state in advance of all sales,” Jacob said. “That way all retailers have access to discounted or limited-availability wines.”
Walsh gave him a knowing look. “Well, it seems clear enough. But Kenyon has found a way to create problems for all of us.”
“The guy is a pest. What’s he doing now?”
“Let me preface by saying that the rules get to the point of ridiculous.” Walsh looked disgusted. “Say we have a client who wants ten cases of a special Chardonnay for a wedding in two weeks. We have to tell him we’re sorry that he cannot get the cases in time, because many states are limiting how much of that particular Chardonnay he can purchase.”
Jacob was aware of the guidelines, yet applying them so tightly
“So it looked like you and your mother had a chance to visit,” Jacob said.
“Yes, we had a good talk.”
“I can tell that you are pleased about them getting back together.”
Vivienne linked her arm through Jacob’s and rested her head on his shoulder. “Very pleased.” She wondered what Jacob really thought about marriage. She knew he had no plans to marry, but he must see how wonderful it was for his own parents. And for hers too.
But that left Vivienne in crisis. Her heart pulled her in one direction, as she wanted what her parents had. But her head told her that Jacob wasn’t a marriage prospect. Yet he was the man she loved, so she was stuck. Her mother had been right about compromise being important in a relationship, but could she continue to compromise this much?
Chapter 8
After the long holiday, Jacob returned to the office. The first thing he saw was Meg’s cheerful face. “Did you have a good Thanksgiving?” she said.
“Yes, it was very nice. How about you?”
“I introduced my new boyfriend to my parents.” Meg looked very pleased.
“I didn’t know you had a new boyfriend.” Jacob couldn’t keep up with all of these things.
Meg frowned. “I told you about him. Kristoph, he’s a painter.”
“Hmm, have I seen his work?”
“No, not that kind of painter,” Meg said. “He’s not a starving artist, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“He could be the great-great-grandson of Van Gogh, for all I know.”
Meg laughed. “Not hardly. He has his own company, and they paint interiors. It’s a big deal. There’s lots of redecorating going on in this city. He does some multimillion-dollar homes, so if you ever want to update yours…”
Jacob smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The rest of his day wasn’t quite as entertaining. Jacob met with his managers on some ongoing matters, then he got a call from Walsh. “Trouble from Kenyon,” was all he said. Jacob went down to his office, where his investigator had his computer, in case he needed to access any information.
Stephen Walsh was the consummate professional. He dressed in t-shirts and cargo pants, as he didn’t have a need to see the public. But when it came to the computer and investigative resources, he was brilliant.
Jacob sat in the chair across from him. “At least he’s showing his hand. What’s he up to?”
Walsh leaned on the desk. “As you know, we work in a highly regulated market.”
Jacob knew that the New York State Liquor Authority was run by chairman Dennis Rosen, who ensured the state regulations were strictly followed. He had been quick to impose hefty fines on wholesalers and retailers for any violation.
“We’re very careful about all that,” Jacob said. “So, what’s the problem?”
“Before the new regulations were enacted, it was standard practice for wholesalers like us to offer discounted wines or rare wines to retailers who were loyal customers,” Walsh said. “The new rules forbid those kinds of favors.”
“Which is why we now post prices with the state in advance of all sales,” Jacob said. “That way all retailers have access to discounted or limited-availability wines.”
Walsh gave him a knowing look. “Well, it seems clear enough. But Kenyon has found a way to create problems for all of us.”
“The guy is a pest. What’s he doing now?”
“Let me preface by saying that the rules get to the point of ridiculous.” Walsh looked disgusted. “Say we have a client who wants ten cases of a special Chardonnay for a wedding in two weeks. We have to tell him we’re sorry that he cannot get the cases in time, because many states are limiting how much of that particular Chardonnay he can purchase.”
Jacob was aware of the guidelines, yet applying them so tightly
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