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phone.
“Hey, Jen.”
“Hey.” She replies, not looking up from her phone
and takes a sip of her coffee. She sneaks a look at me and her cheeks flush
instantly. I smirk.
“I’ve got some work to do at home so I’m gonna
shoot.”
I shake hands with Brad and put the paper bag on the
table in front of Jenna, on top of her phone.
“To go with your new hair. See you later.”
I walk back towards the car, but not before I hear
her gasp as she opens the bag.
~
I pull up at the Halliwell Country Club, and the
valet takes my car. I brought the M3 convertible today; it’s still hot so I
thought I’d stretch her legs. Plus it screams country club.
“Mr. Crane, hi,” he stands to greet me as I arrive
and I sit at the little table opposite him, putting my briefcase under my
chair.
“Please, call me Paul. Lovely weather to meet at the
country club. Great idea, Deacon.”
“Thanks.”
A waitress appears at our table, dressed in a black
dress with a white apron. I can't help but study her as she takes Paul’s order.
“I’ll have a gin, on the rocks please.” he orders.
Gin?
“I’ll have an orange juice, and a double espresso,”
Paul looks at me like I’m crazy for not drinking, “I’m driving.”
“Ah, I’ll let you off then,” the waitress writes
down the order and disappears back into the conservatory style cafe, “So how
did you get on with the blue prints?”
“They’re all drawn up,” I pull my briefcase out and
hold it on my lap, flicking through what I drew up last night, “the extension
won’t be a problem. We’ll have to put some scaffolding up, so if I could ask
you to organise some different routes that that the public could take to avoid
being near the supports. Some signs or something would be great. Other than
that we should be good to go in about three weeks. Providing you like the
drawings, obviously.”
He nods and mumbles incoherently to himself as he
looks through the pages of different ideas I’ve had. I thank the waitress for
the drinks when she brings them over, as he fails to acknowledge she’s made a
return.
“I like this one,” he finally says, handing it over
to me, “that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“No worries, that’s the one we’ll go for. I’ll sort
out the finalised copy and get it faxed over to you.”
“Don’t you ever rest, Mr. Reid?” he asks, sitting
back and steepling his hands in front of his mouth. I thought he’d be eager to
get off once he had what he wanted from me.
“Yes, I do. I just prefer to get all my work done,
first. This job is on the top of the company’s priority list, so I’m sure you
can understand my urgency to get the plans right,”
“Of course. You just seem like the kind of man who
sleeps at the office frequently.”
“I live next door to it, Paul.”
“Oh, no.” He shakes his head and chuckles to
himself, “A young man like you should be out enjoying life, not building it
away.”
I’m about to answer when the atmosphere in the air
changes, like something has happened to the gravitational pull, and I’ve just
been electrified. The minute I turn my head, she walks straight past me, and
once again I get to see the back of Jenna as she walks. How can we bump into
each other this often, and what the hell is she doing here?
“Deacon?” Pauls tried to get my attention and orders
another gin.
“With respects, if I was out enjoying life, I
wouldn’t have produced the prints you wanted and wouldn’t have the
organisational skills to put together the teams to do the job.”
“Fair point well made.” He laughs.
I’m not paying attention. I’m more interested in
Jenna and who the man is that she’s meeting. I’ve never seen him before; he’s
not from Folquay and he’s not Kip. Even thinking about that pompous shithead
makes me want to punch something. But now who is this one? She had the audacity
to look down on me about my...acquaintances, when here she is with
man-in-a-suit number
“Hey, Jen.”
“Hey.” She replies, not looking up from her phone
and takes a sip of her coffee. She sneaks a look at me and her cheeks flush
instantly. I smirk.
“I’ve got some work to do at home so I’m gonna
shoot.”
I shake hands with Brad and put the paper bag on the
table in front of Jenna, on top of her phone.
“To go with your new hair. See you later.”
I walk back towards the car, but not before I hear
her gasp as she opens the bag.
~
I pull up at the Halliwell Country Club, and the
valet takes my car. I brought the M3 convertible today; it’s still hot so I
thought I’d stretch her legs. Plus it screams country club.
“Mr. Crane, hi,” he stands to greet me as I arrive
and I sit at the little table opposite him, putting my briefcase under my
chair.
“Please, call me Paul. Lovely weather to meet at the
country club. Great idea, Deacon.”
“Thanks.”
A waitress appears at our table, dressed in a black
dress with a white apron. I can't help but study her as she takes Paul’s order.
“I’ll have a gin, on the rocks please.” he orders.
Gin?
“I’ll have an orange juice, and a double espresso,”
Paul looks at me like I’m crazy for not drinking, “I’m driving.”
“Ah, I’ll let you off then,” the waitress writes
down the order and disappears back into the conservatory style cafe, “So how
did you get on with the blue prints?”
“They’re all drawn up,” I pull my briefcase out and
hold it on my lap, flicking through what I drew up last night, “the extension
won’t be a problem. We’ll have to put some scaffolding up, so if I could ask
you to organise some different routes that that the public could take to avoid
being near the supports. Some signs or something would be great. Other than
that we should be good to go in about three weeks. Providing you like the
drawings, obviously.”
He nods and mumbles incoherently to himself as he
looks through the pages of different ideas I’ve had. I thank the waitress for
the drinks when she brings them over, as he fails to acknowledge she’s made a
return.
“I like this one,” he finally says, handing it over
to me, “that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“No worries, that’s the one we’ll go for. I’ll sort
out the finalised copy and get it faxed over to you.”
“Don’t you ever rest, Mr. Reid?” he asks, sitting
back and steepling his hands in front of his mouth. I thought he’d be eager to
get off once he had what he wanted from me.
“Yes, I do. I just prefer to get all my work done,
first. This job is on the top of the company’s priority list, so I’m sure you
can understand my urgency to get the plans right,”
“Of course. You just seem like the kind of man who
sleeps at the office frequently.”
“I live next door to it, Paul.”
“Oh, no.” He shakes his head and chuckles to
himself, “A young man like you should be out enjoying life, not building it
away.”
I’m about to answer when the atmosphere in the air
changes, like something has happened to the gravitational pull, and I’ve just
been electrified. The minute I turn my head, she walks straight past me, and
once again I get to see the back of Jenna as she walks. How can we bump into
each other this often, and what the hell is she doing here?
“Deacon?” Pauls tried to get my attention and orders
another gin.
“With respects, if I was out enjoying life, I
wouldn’t have produced the prints you wanted and wouldn’t have the
organisational skills to put together the teams to do the job.”
“Fair point well made.” He laughs.
I’m not paying attention. I’m more interested in
Jenna and who the man is that she’s meeting. I’ve never seen him before; he’s
not from Folquay and he’s not Kip. Even thinking about that pompous shithead
makes me want to punch something. But now who is this one? She had the audacity
to look down on me about my...acquaintances, when here she is with
man-in-a-suit number
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