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Authors: Brooke Page
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lose the attitude. Now, tell me about Kobiashi.”
“After I order a drink. Gin and tonic please, and make it a double,” I said as the hostess started to leave.
Nathan tilted his tumbler of amber liquid to his lips, taking a long swig. “Went that bad, huh?”
“No,” I said nonchalantly as I opened my menu.
I bit my lip as I skimmed the items. Nothing looked appealing. All I wanted was a burger, and fries, and, of course about four beers to wash them down. Wasn’t that the best way to feed a hangover? Greasy food and more beer?
The tap of Nathan’s finger on the rim of his tumbler was beyond irritating. Nathan wasn’t a patient man, even more so when it came to his business.
“All right, fine. Kobiashi came, he saw the suite, wanted a few adjustments, and then left.”
“That’s it? Did he say anything about the amusement park?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course not.”
“And you didn’t bring it up?”
“No,” I said, exasperated. “I told you I wouldn’t.”
Nathan’s hand went in the air as he relaxed in his seat. “Just making sure. How was Mitch?”
My eyes darted to the menu again. “He did his part.” Sort of.
“Jamie…” I knew Nathan didn’t believe me.
“Does he have trouble with numbers?” I asked inquisitively. I really didn’t want to throw Mitch under the bus. I’d planned on keeping the pissing contest between him and Kobiashi to myself. If Kobiashi decided to tell Nathan, then Mitch would be on his own with that conversation with his brother.
“Not that I know of, why?”
“Just curious.”
Nathan sat taller in his chair. “God, Jamie, stop beating around the bush. What the hell happened?”
The server came with our drinks and a plate of bruschetta that Nathan must have ordered. The distraction gave me more time to think about how I was going to approach this subject without Nathan calling Mitch and being a dick.
After taking a hefty sip, I said, “He kind of froze when Kobiashi asked him for some measurements, that’s all.”
“Did he answer him?”
“Kobiashi got the answers he was looking for.”
Nathan visibly relaxed. “Jamie you almost gave me a heart attack. Get to the point next time.” I shrugged in apology. “What are you going to order?” he asked as he folded his menu.
Dinner conversation was lighter for the most part. We only discussed a few clients and up and coming projects. Nathan was confident that Miami was going to be a game changer for the Conklin name. I agreed with him, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be a part of that endeavor.
My life was easier without those letters, and Grand Rapids had been the safest place for me so far.
“Want to go to the bar?” Nathan asked as he finished his drink.
My tiredness had set in, but I didn’t want to be alone. The bar might help take my mind off of life and black carbon paper with white writing.
“Oh, why not. What’s two nights in a row?”
“Now that’s my girl.” Nathan grinned as he stood from his seat, reaching for my hand. “Where to?”
I took his hand then placed my other hand on my chest. “Are you really letting me choose?”
Nathan rolled his eyes dramatically. “Well, only this one time.”
My head rested on his shoulder as I laced my arm through his. “Wow, you are the best boss.”
“Damn right.”
***
Miller’s Ale House was near our condo. Nathan turned his nose up and whined when I chose the location but quickly quieted down when I reminded him it was my choice. I wasn’t in the mood for loud and obnoxious, and I just wanted a beer. Fortunately for me, they had seventy-five beers on tap to choose from, so we’d ditched my car at the condo, taking Nathan’s car to the bar.
Sitting at the bar in silence with Nathan was a new and comforting feeling. Straight bars didn’t faze Nathan, but he definitely wasn’t as outgoing. His business demeanor normally took over, and his phone became his best friend. I didn’t mind. I
“After I order a drink. Gin and tonic please, and make it a double,” I said as the hostess started to leave.
Nathan tilted his tumbler of amber liquid to his lips, taking a long swig. “Went that bad, huh?”
“No,” I said nonchalantly as I opened my menu.
I bit my lip as I skimmed the items. Nothing looked appealing. All I wanted was a burger, and fries, and, of course about four beers to wash them down. Wasn’t that the best way to feed a hangover? Greasy food and more beer?
The tap of Nathan’s finger on the rim of his tumbler was beyond irritating. Nathan wasn’t a patient man, even more so when it came to his business.
“All right, fine. Kobiashi came, he saw the suite, wanted a few adjustments, and then left.”
“That’s it? Did he say anything about the amusement park?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course not.”
“And you didn’t bring it up?”
“No,” I said, exasperated. “I told you I wouldn’t.”
Nathan’s hand went in the air as he relaxed in his seat. “Just making sure. How was Mitch?”
My eyes darted to the menu again. “He did his part.” Sort of.
“Jamie…” I knew Nathan didn’t believe me.
“Does he have trouble with numbers?” I asked inquisitively. I really didn’t want to throw Mitch under the bus. I’d planned on keeping the pissing contest between him and Kobiashi to myself. If Kobiashi decided to tell Nathan, then Mitch would be on his own with that conversation with his brother.
“Not that I know of, why?”
“Just curious.”
Nathan sat taller in his chair. “God, Jamie, stop beating around the bush. What the hell happened?”
The server came with our drinks and a plate of bruschetta that Nathan must have ordered. The distraction gave me more time to think about how I was going to approach this subject without Nathan calling Mitch and being a dick.
After taking a hefty sip, I said, “He kind of froze when Kobiashi asked him for some measurements, that’s all.”
“Did he answer him?”
“Kobiashi got the answers he was looking for.”
Nathan visibly relaxed. “Jamie you almost gave me a heart attack. Get to the point next time.” I shrugged in apology. “What are you going to order?” he asked as he folded his menu.
Dinner conversation was lighter for the most part. We only discussed a few clients and up and coming projects. Nathan was confident that Miami was going to be a game changer for the Conklin name. I agreed with him, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be a part of that endeavor.
My life was easier without those letters, and Grand Rapids had been the safest place for me so far.
“Want to go to the bar?” Nathan asked as he finished his drink.
My tiredness had set in, but I didn’t want to be alone. The bar might help take my mind off of life and black carbon paper with white writing.
“Oh, why not. What’s two nights in a row?”
“Now that’s my girl.” Nathan grinned as he stood from his seat, reaching for my hand. “Where to?”
I took his hand then placed my other hand on my chest. “Are you really letting me choose?”
Nathan rolled his eyes dramatically. “Well, only this one time.”
My head rested on his shoulder as I laced my arm through his. “Wow, you are the best boss.”
“Damn right.”
***
Miller’s Ale House was near our condo. Nathan turned his nose up and whined when I chose the location but quickly quieted down when I reminded him it was my choice. I wasn’t in the mood for loud and obnoxious, and I just wanted a beer. Fortunately for me, they had seventy-five beers on tap to choose from, so we’d ditched my car at the condo, taking Nathan’s car to the bar.
Sitting at the bar in silence with Nathan was a new and comforting feeling. Straight bars didn’t faze Nathan, but he definitely wasn’t as outgoing. His business demeanor normally took over, and his phone became his best friend. I didn’t mind. I
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