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said, again with as much sarcasm as she could muster. And then she left.
He didn’t speak a word to her.
***
Nicole didn’t hear from Red or see him the rest of that day, nor did she see or hear from him for the rest of the week.
Needless to say, she was depressed and anxious. She did her work as faithfully as she could, although she was constantly distracted with thoughts of Red. Looking up from her computer and hoping to glimpse him coming towards her with that enigmatic smile on his face.
Having lunch with Remi and always keeping an eye out for Red to come strolling past the way he did that first day, while Remi went on and on about her cowboy ad that was still the biggest pain in her ass.
Nicole found she was getting into the swing of things at work, mostly because it was easy. Glen usually had her making copies, sending faxes or running out to pick up lunch from Café Metro. Edward was rarely around, and when he was, tended to mostly be in Glen or Remi’s offices—sometimes she’d walk by and hear them yelling at one another.
And then the next minute they’d be laughing.
Remi was the only one that gave Nicole any real work to do. Mostly researching images, occasionally she’d ask Nicole to swing by and look at some of the advertising concepts she was working on.
Work was easy. The hard part was waiting for contact from Red.
One morning she heard a couple of the girls in nearby cubicles whispering about him. She couldn’t hear much, because they were trying to be quiet. Just snatches of conversation.
“…unbelievably hot in that Armani suit…the one with the purple tie?”
“Red…told someone that he could buy and sell them the way he sells his used Bentley.”
“…so funny. When he looks my way I just melt…”
“I would give anything…”
Laughter, hushed whispers.
“How big it is?”
“I’ve heard he’s huge .”
More laughter.
She hated those girls. Moments later, peering around her cubicle, she saw them.
The type of girls she absolutely despised with their high-end designer bags and shoes and clothes, their two hundred dollar salon hair treatments, their manicures and perfect teeth.
What would they do if they knew she’d been with Red and not them?
Nicole sat back down at her desk and smiled secretly. But the smile died when she thought about how long it had been since she’d seen or heard from him.
***
The weekend was interminable. Friday night, she and Danielle went out to a local dive bar and had margaritas. Danielle was in rare form, flirting with any halfway attractive guy, mostly trying to get free drinks. She had no shame when it came to grifting her way through a night on the town.
“The city is so expensive, how can I afford to go out if I can’t get a guy to subsidize me?” she said, after Nicole asked her how she could so brazenly coerce men into paying for her drinks.
Nicole was a little loose from her one margarita. Sitting together at a high top table while the male vultures circled them like prey, Danielle asked her about Red Jameson.
“So, have you seen him around the office at all?”
“Who?” Nicole said, licking the last bits of salt off the rim of her glass.
“You know who. The famously hot CEO that runs the company you work at.”
A thrill of excitement followed by a wave of sadness. “Mr. Jameson?”
“Hell, yeah. Do you ever see him walking through the halls or anything?”
She smiled.
“You do! He talks to you, doesn’t he? Tell me, Nicole.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” Nicole picked up her glass and sipped the dregs of her drink—it was strong, most of the alcohol was at the bottom.
“Bullshit. I know something’s happened, I can see it on your face. Did he say hi to you or something?”
“Well…”
“Ha! I knew it. Now talk.”
“He did bring me into his office once,” she said slowly, enjoying the look of absolute shock as Danielle registered the information.
“Bullshit.”
“Fine, you don’t
He didn’t speak a word to her.
***
Nicole didn’t hear from Red or see him the rest of that day, nor did she see or hear from him for the rest of the week.
Needless to say, she was depressed and anxious. She did her work as faithfully as she could, although she was constantly distracted with thoughts of Red. Looking up from her computer and hoping to glimpse him coming towards her with that enigmatic smile on his face.
Having lunch with Remi and always keeping an eye out for Red to come strolling past the way he did that first day, while Remi went on and on about her cowboy ad that was still the biggest pain in her ass.
Nicole found she was getting into the swing of things at work, mostly because it was easy. Glen usually had her making copies, sending faxes or running out to pick up lunch from Café Metro. Edward was rarely around, and when he was, tended to mostly be in Glen or Remi’s offices—sometimes she’d walk by and hear them yelling at one another.
And then the next minute they’d be laughing.
Remi was the only one that gave Nicole any real work to do. Mostly researching images, occasionally she’d ask Nicole to swing by and look at some of the advertising concepts she was working on.
Work was easy. The hard part was waiting for contact from Red.
One morning she heard a couple of the girls in nearby cubicles whispering about him. She couldn’t hear much, because they were trying to be quiet. Just snatches of conversation.
“…unbelievably hot in that Armani suit…the one with the purple tie?”
“Red…told someone that he could buy and sell them the way he sells his used Bentley.”
“…so funny. When he looks my way I just melt…”
“I would give anything…”
Laughter, hushed whispers.
“How big it is?”
“I’ve heard he’s huge .”
More laughter.
She hated those girls. Moments later, peering around her cubicle, she saw them.
The type of girls she absolutely despised with their high-end designer bags and shoes and clothes, their two hundred dollar salon hair treatments, their manicures and perfect teeth.
What would they do if they knew she’d been with Red and not them?
Nicole sat back down at her desk and smiled secretly. But the smile died when she thought about how long it had been since she’d seen or heard from him.
***
The weekend was interminable. Friday night, she and Danielle went out to a local dive bar and had margaritas. Danielle was in rare form, flirting with any halfway attractive guy, mostly trying to get free drinks. She had no shame when it came to grifting her way through a night on the town.
“The city is so expensive, how can I afford to go out if I can’t get a guy to subsidize me?” she said, after Nicole asked her how she could so brazenly coerce men into paying for her drinks.
Nicole was a little loose from her one margarita. Sitting together at a high top table while the male vultures circled them like prey, Danielle asked her about Red Jameson.
“So, have you seen him around the office at all?”
“Who?” Nicole said, licking the last bits of salt off the rim of her glass.
“You know who. The famously hot CEO that runs the company you work at.”
A thrill of excitement followed by a wave of sadness. “Mr. Jameson?”
“Hell, yeah. Do you ever see him walking through the halls or anything?”
She smiled.
“You do! He talks to you, doesn’t he? Tell me, Nicole.”
“There’s nothing to tell.” Nicole picked up her glass and sipped the dregs of her drink—it was strong, most of the alcohol was at the bottom.
“Bullshit. I know something’s happened, I can see it on your face. Did he say hi to you or something?”
“Well…”
“Ha! I knew it. Now talk.”
“He did bring me into his office once,” she said slowly, enjoying the look of absolute shock as Danielle registered the information.
“Bullshit.”
“Fine, you don’t
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