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I
certainly didn’t want him at my office, or my home. And I wasn’t going to his home. Diamante’s is the best place.”
“But
why? Tommy’s still out of town, isn’t
he?”
“Yeah,
but Sal Luca’s there,” Grace said. “I
didn’t tell him anything, but I know him. He’ll keep an eye on Cam. You can
believe that.”
“Sal
Luca,” Nayla said with obvious distaste in her voice. “I don’t know how you say two words to that
little racist.”
Grace
laughed and turned into Diamante’s parking lot. “Sal is not a racist, Nay, come on.”
“He
is a racist, I’m not taking it back! He
looks at me like I’m a piece of trash whenever I’m anywhere near him. The only reason he treats you with respect is
because he’s afraid of Tommy. But get
that asshole away from his brother for two seconds and I guarantee you there’s
a white sheet with two holes it in somewhere in his closet.”
Grace
shook her head. “You need to quit,” she
said. “But anyway I’m here now so I’ll
talk with you later.”
“You
know why I called, Grace,” Nayla said.
Grace
hesitated. “Yes, I know,” she said.
“Why
didn’t I get the job?”
Grace
exhaled. Here goes. “Because you weren’t the best person for the job,”
she said.
“I’ve
been with Trammel almost as long as you have. Now that you run things you should be looking out for me. I think it’s wrong that you would give that
job to a complete stranger off the street when I was more than qualified for
it. And I’m your freakin’ best friend!”
She
might have been Grace’s closest friend, but Grace wasn’t about to go down that
road. There was no way on earth she was
promoting Nayla to a senior management position at Trammel. No way. She was barely holding on to her current position, Grace wanted to
say. “I picked the best person for that
particular job,” she said, instead.
“Yeah,
right, whatever,” Nayla said. “It’s like
a stab in the back, but I’ll get over it. I’ll talk to you later,” Nayla then added and brusquely hung up the
phone.
Grace
clicked off too. Ever since she became
the chief executive officer at Trammel, she’d been making enemies. People wanted advantages from her that she
wasn’t willing to give to them. She knew
their work ethic. She was right there
when they were cheating then-boss Jillian. She would be the fool of fools to put them in position to cheat her.
She
drained down the last of her Expresso, placed the empty cup in the cup holder,
and got out of the car just in time for the Valet to come over and retrieve her
keys.
When
Grace walked into the restaurant, Salvatore Luciano Gabrini, better known as
Sal Luca, was standing behind the bar counter reading a newspaper and jostling
around with an old friend.
“Lebron,”
Sal said as he turned the page of the Seattle Times sports section he had
spread out on the countertop.
“Kevin
Durant,” Laxmi, Sal’s friend who was seated at the bar, replied.
“Lebron,”
Sal said again.
“Kevin
Durant,” Laxmi replied.
“Ah,
get lost with your Durant. You’re the only
person on the face of this earth who thinks Durant can be MVP. He’s good for a big man, and he has a monster
game, but LeBron is one of the best all time. LeBron can give Michael Jordan a run for the best basketball player that
ever was.”
“Get
outa here! Bill Russell was the
best. Jordan my ass!”
“How
you doing, Sal?” Grace’s voice could suddenly be heard and both men turned to
the sound. When Sal realized it was
indeed Grace, he smiled.
“Well
hello there. Why didn’t you call and
tell me you were coming? I could have
had a nice table for you.”
“Thanks,
but I’m fine.”
“Come
on, I’ll get you hooked up in the private dining hall. We call it Tommy’s room around here because
he’s the only somebody who ever uses it.”
“I’m
good. I’m
certainly didn’t want him at my office, or my home. And I wasn’t going to his home. Diamante’s is the best place.”
“But
why? Tommy’s still out of town, isn’t
he?”
“Yeah,
but Sal Luca’s there,” Grace said. “I
didn’t tell him anything, but I know him. He’ll keep an eye on Cam. You can
believe that.”
“Sal
Luca,” Nayla said with obvious distaste in her voice. “I don’t know how you say two words to that
little racist.”
Grace
laughed and turned into Diamante’s parking lot. “Sal is not a racist, Nay, come on.”
“He
is a racist, I’m not taking it back! He
looks at me like I’m a piece of trash whenever I’m anywhere near him. The only reason he treats you with respect is
because he’s afraid of Tommy. But get
that asshole away from his brother for two seconds and I guarantee you there’s
a white sheet with two holes it in somewhere in his closet.”
Grace
shook her head. “You need to quit,” she
said. “But anyway I’m here now so I’ll
talk with you later.”
“You
know why I called, Grace,” Nayla said.
Grace
hesitated. “Yes, I know,” she said.
“Why
didn’t I get the job?”
Grace
exhaled. Here goes. “Because you weren’t the best person for the job,”
she said.
“I’ve
been with Trammel almost as long as you have. Now that you run things you should be looking out for me. I think it’s wrong that you would give that
job to a complete stranger off the street when I was more than qualified for
it. And I’m your freakin’ best friend!”
She
might have been Grace’s closest friend, but Grace wasn’t about to go down that
road. There was no way on earth she was
promoting Nayla to a senior management position at Trammel. No way. She was barely holding on to her current position, Grace wanted to
say. “I picked the best person for that
particular job,” she said, instead.
“Yeah,
right, whatever,” Nayla said. “It’s like
a stab in the back, but I’ll get over it. I’ll talk to you later,” Nayla then added and brusquely hung up the
phone.
Grace
clicked off too. Ever since she became
the chief executive officer at Trammel, she’d been making enemies. People wanted advantages from her that she
wasn’t willing to give to them. She knew
their work ethic. She was right there
when they were cheating then-boss Jillian. She would be the fool of fools to put them in position to cheat her.
She
drained down the last of her Expresso, placed the empty cup in the cup holder,
and got out of the car just in time for the Valet to come over and retrieve her
keys.
When
Grace walked into the restaurant, Salvatore Luciano Gabrini, better known as
Sal Luca, was standing behind the bar counter reading a newspaper and jostling
around with an old friend.
“Lebron,”
Sal said as he turned the page of the Seattle Times sports section he had
spread out on the countertop.
“Kevin
Durant,” Laxmi, Sal’s friend who was seated at the bar, replied.
“Lebron,”
Sal said again.
“Kevin
Durant,” Laxmi replied.
“Ah,
get lost with your Durant. You’re the only
person on the face of this earth who thinks Durant can be MVP. He’s good for a big man, and he has a monster
game, but LeBron is one of the best all time. LeBron can give Michael Jordan a run for the best basketball player that
ever was.”
“Get
outa here! Bill Russell was the
best. Jordan my ass!”
“How
you doing, Sal?” Grace’s voice could suddenly be heard and both men turned to
the sound. When Sal realized it was
indeed Grace, he smiled.
“Well
hello there. Why didn’t you call and
tell me you were coming? I could have
had a nice table for you.”
“Thanks,
but I’m fine.”
“Come
on, I’ll get you hooked up in the private dining hall. We call it Tommy’s room around here because
he’s the only somebody who ever uses it.”
“I’m
good. I’m
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