CHAPTER 1
The sound of guitar strumming and tropical scents filled the air as dusk fell when Bobbi Joyce was called to reception on Mamba Island in the South Pacific to take an international call.
"Hi Bobbi a crisis is developing within the company and we need you home urgently to help deal with it."
"Is that you mom?"
"Yes and this is no time for jest."
"I'm used to people identifying themselves before talking to me."
"Even your own mother?"
"Well I guess you are the exception. What's up? You know dad doesn't want me near the agency."
"Your father is home under sedation and the empire is beginning to crumble around our ears."
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Bobbi was on the long haul home, sitting at the window seat next to a woman who smelt of roasted peanuts and BO.
Perhaps one day, Bobbi thought, she would position in be flown in her company chartered aircraft.
According to her mom Pearl, the advertising agency was in its death throes. But her mom was habitually panicking although this did sound rather serious.
The debtors were closing in and her father had been unable to raise additional capital because times are tough.
Bobbi had said times were never so tough that there would not be some lender somewhere who wouldn't lend money at a hiked up interest rate. But that was not the sort of talk her mom had wanted to hear. Alice wanted Bobbi to say she would come home and save Shep Advertising Agency. Shep had been Harry's dog at the time he launched himself into advertising agency when leaving his cozy but boring position as director of advertising for James B. Walton Newspaper Publishing Group, a company that had slid into oblivious as a result of a merger some years ago.
Bobbi smiled thinking that competing advertising agencies loosely called her father's business Shit Advertising Agency. The agency had pulled in its fair share of ad industry awards which seemed to suggest that scurrilous naming was more the result of jealous pique than well-founded professional-standard assessment. Bobbi sniffed and thought it didn't merely suggest the misnaming was scurrilous; it was scurrilous to the core. Jealous bastards and bitches!
The 36-year old recently 'retired' corporate attorney told her mom not to tell her father she was coming home as a White Knight because that would only add to his anxiety. Father and daughter had not shared compatibility ever since some years back Harry had arrived home to find his daughter being screwed by his older brother. Although recognized as a sexual predator, her father expected a sense of sexual propriety of others who were not his target.
The sprawl of Blewitt City (pop 887,000) looked ugly from the air but Bobbi was intimately familiar with her home town and knew even its Downtown was not without charm and its dry climate attracted retirees in large numbers. The city had two of the top fifty-rated golf courses in the country and Bobbi's name was on the honors board at one of them, the Blewitt Country Club, where she'd become junior club champion three years in a row.
As the aircraft circled to approach the east-to-west runway Bobbi saw the metallic blue Magellan Towers where she used to work on the 23rd floor as a partner and manager of the business law department. She'd been one of the partners to oppose the merger with Mason-Beck-Ulmer Law but unfortunately they were a minority and she resigned and was paid out when the merger went through.
Bobbi was travel weary after the long Pacific flight and then a tiresome wait for a connecting flight to Blewitt City. It was a mid-morning touch-down and when in the terminal she called the Rocklands Hotel and asked for Sue Webster.
"Mrs Webster."
"Hi Big Tits."
There was a pause and then, "Oh Jesus, Bobbi Joyce is back in town. Halleluiah! How are you darling?"
"I'm neither fat nor pregnant yet. Some of you have all the luck. I was told you were now general manager. Congratulations. Dad's company is in trouble, he's in bed under stress control and mom had called me home to get the agency out of the shit. She has twisted dad's arm to get power-of-attorney. It's best I don't go home."
"Come home and stay with us. Brian won't mind; he calls you the sexiest woman he's ever met, the pig."
They laughed.
Bobbi said, "What about a bed at the hotel, say for six weeks?"
"A small suite at long-term rates plus preferential rates?"
"Sweet as, baby. I'm at the airport waiting for my bags."
"Then when you exit turn to the left and look for one of our limos. I'm sending it now."
"There is no need, a cab is fine."
"Darling who's running this hotel, you or me?"
"Sorry, obviously old Bossy Boots hasn't changed."
"Bossy Boots loves you and will see you soon. I'll book you in for a complimentary working over at the spa. You mom told me you were slumming it up at a resort in Maba Maba south of the Equator. Try not to go to bed until tonight and you'll acclimatize quicker."
The women saw each other and shrieked and flew into each other's arms. They had known each other since starting kindergarten within days of each other.
In her office Sue unwrapped a hand-painted T-shirt for Kitty and a pull-along toy on wheels for Sammy.
"What's wrong?"
"Um Kitty is two and this T-shirt would fit a 7-year old and Sammy is seven and 7-year olds don't pull toys along. You don't know much about kids do you sweetheart?"
"Oh damn. Oh but I do have a brain; swap their gifts, the shirt is asexual."
"Oooh bravo, you always were the smart one."
"And this is for you my best friend."
Excited, hands shaking, Sue unwrapped the box and opened it and breathed, "Omigod."
"It's a smoothly polished jade pendant, not too large for you I hope, set in an 18k gold frame with bale what requires you to buy the chain of your choice. The color is called Imperial Green and is close to saturation with strong translucency, according to what the American craftsman who's gone native on the island explained to me."
"It's gorgeous. It must have cost two thousand bucks."
"No it cost less than half of that but you are worth it darling. Just look at it and shut up."
"It's so beautiful," Sue said, kissing her friend who'd been her bridesmaid nine years earlier.
After settling into her room with a great view out to the mountains, Bobbi called her mom.
"Hi I've just arrived and am staying at the Rocklands Hotel where Sue works."
"Welcome darling, I'm so glad you are here. I have an executive meeting of the bridge club early this evening and can call in on the way home if you wish?"
"Yes do that and we'll order up supper. How's dad."
"He accepts he has to stop worrying and try to remain calm. I told him you were coming home to sort things out and he groaned but said you probably have the brains and the horse-power to restructure the company and get it back into over-drive."
"Well that's something mom. I'm in room 24-25. I look forward to our reunion."
Bobbi answered her door bell and flew into the arms of the tall, dark handsome man.
"Andy my darling. Oh hi lovely to see you again. Can you stay?"
One of Bobbi's former boyfriends kissed her enthusiastically and said he could spare only a few minutes right now.
