the courtesy to do it in private, she guessed. She thought of a way to get out of it, but the taxi was speeding along to their destination. She just had to resign herself to whatever was to come.
“It’s a clear night, the view should be good,” he said. “On a clear night you can even see Indonesia and Malaysia.”
“It must be pretty high,” she said.
“ Are you afraid of heights?”
“No, not that I’ve noticed,” she said. Luckily there wasn’t that level of terror added to make this evening even more uncomfortable.
They arrived at the lobby of another hotel. He knew exactly where he was going and he gently urged her along to a set of elevators . After he announced them to a woman checking reservations at a podium, they were let through to elevators which sped them up high fast enough that she had to balance her ears.
Jane felt her nerves almost overwhelm her as they were confined in the small elevator. She was just going to dinner; she didn’t need to feel like she was going in for slaughter. She looked over at the man standing next to her, he looked completely calm. He looked over at her as the elevator started to slow down.
“It ’s quite high, isn’t it?” she said. She knew it would be, he’d already said so, but she just felt like she needed to say something.
She stepped out into an amazing space, the type of space she only really saw in magazines. The floor to ceiling windows went over two stories and the views were spectacular.
“How far up are we?” she asked.
“ Over seventy floors,” he said and followed a maître’d led them to their table. Jane almost bumped into a wall as she was preoccupied looking out the view over the harbor. There were at least a hundred ships out there heading into port.
The table was beautiful with a stiff white table cloth. It was right next to the window and if she put her face close to the glass she could see all the way down to the street where the cars looked like toys.
“This is a beautiful restaurant,” she said.
“It is spectacular,” he said and picked up the menu that was placed on the table. “It’s not the most basic restaurant in town, but it’s worth it.”
Jane couldn’t take her gaze away from the view; there was so much to take in.
“How did it go today?” he said finally and it jarred her attention back to her company.
“It went well,” she said. “There are terms that need to be hammered out, but in general they seemed willing to provide finance for us.”
“And what about Clarion?”
“Same thing,” she said.
“And how does Carmichael intend to present this?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly. Edmund didn’t always share such things with her.
Damon seemed to be considering her for a while and Jane didn’t exactly know where to put her hands.
“What do you drink?” he asked.
“Uh, maybe a gin and tonic.”
He ordered drinks for both of them when the drinks waiter came. The drinks came quickly and hers was served in a heavy crystal tumbler.
“When are you seeing them again?”
“I’m not sure. I guess it depends on what the Board decides,” she said. “What is your issue with Clarion?”
“I have some concerns. Mostly I don’t like being dictated to.”
“Mr. Carmichael seems to think they make a good partner,” she said.
“I know he does,” Damon said and played with the silver knife on the table. “Doesn’t make it true.”
“And what makes it false?” she challenged. He didn’t answer, but instead pinned her with a gaze that both challenged and unnerved her. Like having tea with a tiger, she thought to herself. His eyes had the intensity of a predator even though his body language was relaxed as it had been before. The setting sun cast golden light into the restaurant and it seemed to pick up the gold in his hair and maybe even eyes. She couldn’t quite figure out what color his eyes were, whether they were gray
“It’s a clear night, the view should be good,” he said. “On a clear night you can even see Indonesia and Malaysia.”
“It must be pretty high,” she said.
“ Are you afraid of heights?”
“No, not that I’ve noticed,” she said. Luckily there wasn’t that level of terror added to make this evening even more uncomfortable.
They arrived at the lobby of another hotel. He knew exactly where he was going and he gently urged her along to a set of elevators . After he announced them to a woman checking reservations at a podium, they were let through to elevators which sped them up high fast enough that she had to balance her ears.
Jane felt her nerves almost overwhelm her as they were confined in the small elevator. She was just going to dinner; she didn’t need to feel like she was going in for slaughter. She looked over at the man standing next to her, he looked completely calm. He looked over at her as the elevator started to slow down.
“It ’s quite high, isn’t it?” she said. She knew it would be, he’d already said so, but she just felt like she needed to say something.
She stepped out into an amazing space, the type of space she only really saw in magazines. The floor to ceiling windows went over two stories and the views were spectacular.
“How far up are we?” she asked.
“ Over seventy floors,” he said and followed a maître’d led them to their table. Jane almost bumped into a wall as she was preoccupied looking out the view over the harbor. There were at least a hundred ships out there heading into port.
The table was beautiful with a stiff white table cloth. It was right next to the window and if she put her face close to the glass she could see all the way down to the street where the cars looked like toys.
“This is a beautiful restaurant,” she said.
“It is spectacular,” he said and picked up the menu that was placed on the table. “It’s not the most basic restaurant in town, but it’s worth it.”
Jane couldn’t take her gaze away from the view; there was so much to take in.
“How did it go today?” he said finally and it jarred her attention back to her company.
“It went well,” she said. “There are terms that need to be hammered out, but in general they seemed willing to provide finance for us.”
“And what about Clarion?”
“Same thing,” she said.
“And how does Carmichael intend to present this?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly. Edmund didn’t always share such things with her.
Damon seemed to be considering her for a while and Jane didn’t exactly know where to put her hands.
“What do you drink?” he asked.
“Uh, maybe a gin and tonic.”
He ordered drinks for both of them when the drinks waiter came. The drinks came quickly and hers was served in a heavy crystal tumbler.
“When are you seeing them again?”
“I’m not sure. I guess it depends on what the Board decides,” she said. “What is your issue with Clarion?”
“I have some concerns. Mostly I don’t like being dictated to.”
“Mr. Carmichael seems to think they make a good partner,” she said.
“I know he does,” Damon said and played with the silver knife on the table. “Doesn’t make it true.”
“And what makes it false?” she challenged. He didn’t answer, but instead pinned her with a gaze that both challenged and unnerved her. Like having tea with a tiger, she thought to herself. His eyes had the intensity of a predator even though his body language was relaxed as it had been before. The setting sun cast golden light into the restaurant and it seemed to pick up the gold in his hair and maybe even eyes. She couldn’t quite figure out what color his eyes were, whether they were gray
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