I got to wondering if an arranged marriage could be a loving relationship. Then I thought about how an arranged marriage would occur in the USA. This is a story of such a marriage.
I saluted the OOD, turned, and saluted the flag, then walked down the gangplank and onto the pier. It was over, I was out. Four years of hard work and horseshit. I was glad to get off that tin can and resume my life. Oh sure, I'd miss some of the guys I'd served with, but I'm pretty sure the Navy would not miss me at all.
Interior Communications Electrician 2nd Class Petty Officer, or IC2, that's what it said on my DD213. I'm sure that would mean nothing to the registrations folks when I applied to enroll at the university, except they'd know the GI Bill would pretty much guarantee they got paid and that's really all they cared about.
My time in the Navy provided me with training in basic electricity and electronics which helped me get through college and earn my BS in electoral engineering. That degree landed me an interview with Rollins Technologies Incorporated which was scheduled for 11:45 this morning.
I looked down at my freshly polished shoes and snickered when the term "Ship Shape" popped into my head. I looked around the large, well-appointed, outer office area and couldn't help but smile at the very attractive young receptionist that had greeted me when I arrive.
A door to my left opened and an attractive, classy-looking, mature lady entered. She wore a trim-fitting blue skirt and a white silk blouse. Her stockings were dark and her 4-inch heels matched her skirt. She carried what looked to be a matching jacket over one arm. As she strode up to her desk the pretty receptionist jumped to her feet.
"Good morning, Mrs. Rollins! He has Mr. Roberts in with him, is he expecting you?"
"Good morning, Ann, this won't take but a minute, I'm sure they won't mind a brief interruption."
The receptionist stuttered, but the classy lady just sailed right past her, opened the door without knocking, and walked in. A few minutes passed and the door opened again as a well-dressed, distinguished-looking gentleman ushered the classy lady through the door.
"Don't worry about it Darling, I'll talk to her and get it all straightened out. I know she can be pig-headed, but I'm sure she'll listen to reason.
"Well, she better, I'm at my wits end with that girl and her nonsense!"
"Yes, Dear, I'll speak with her, thank you for stopping by."
He stood in the doorway until the lady left and then he spoke to the receptionist. "Ann, please call Holly and ask her to come see me as soon as possible.
"Yes, Mr. Rollins, and, uh, (she pointed at me) your 11:45 is here."
He turned to me. "My apologies for keeping you waiting, if you'll indulge me, I'll be free in just a few minutes."
I stood when he addressed me, "Of course, Mr. Rollins, thank you."
He smiled and went back into his office. Twenty minutes later I was comfortably seated in front of his impressive desk.
"Again, Mr. Clark, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Now, tell me why you think I should hire you."
"I, uh, well, Mr. Rollins. I graduated in the top five percent of my class and while I'm seeking my first job as an engineer, I did get some practical experience during my four years in the Navy."
"Jim, may I call you, Jim? (I nodded) I am impressed with your work at OSU. I know most of the instructors there and they all spoke highly of your abilities and work ethic. I have hired several of their grads and they've all done well here.
'Currently, we are expanding and need to bring on some new folks. I think you might fit in well with ..."
The door burst open and a red-faced young lady came storming in. "What the hell, Dad! I was in the middle of an important dem... Oh, uh excuse me."
John Rollins sighed, "Holly, this is Jim Clark, Jim this is my daughter, Holly Rollins."
I stood and extended a hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Rollins."
She took my hand and gave me a firm, but friendly, handshake that seemed to linger. After a few heartbeats, I glanced down at my hand.
"Oh, uh, sorry, yes, I'm pleased to meet you, as well. Please forgive my interruption."
"Um, Jim would you please step out and hand this to Ann and tell her you need to complete an A-4."
He stood and handed me the file he was holding. I smiled at them both, turned, and left the office. I got a lovely smile from Ann as I approached her desk.
"Mr. Rollins asked me to give this to you and said I needed to complete an A-4."
"Oh! Well, congratulations Mr. Clark, and welcome to RTI!"
I looked at her blankly, "Uh, I'm hired?"
"Of course, silly! I need to enter a couple of these numbers and then you can have the A-4. It's our standard employment and nondisclosure agreement form. Please give ..."
The door to Mr. Rollins's office flew open. "I don't care! I will get my own date! I DO NOT want a date with one of her Ken Dolls!"
"But honey, the wedding is five days away and Bradly has already agreed to escort you."
"No!" She stopped and looked me up and down. "You, Jim is it? (I nodded) you're not wearing a wedding ring, are you engaged or anything? (I shook my head) Fine! You can take me to a wedding this Saturday night, it's formal so, black-tie. It will be god-awful, but there will be plenty of free booze. I will pick you up at 6:30 sharp!"
She turned back to her father, "There! I have a date so tell Gail to stay out of my life!" Then she marched off, heels tapping loudly on the beautiful Italian marble floors.
Ann handed me the A-4 form and shrugged. I heard Mr. Rollins clear his throat. "Uh, Jim, could you step back in please."
I followed him in and sat when he pointed at a chair. "Jim, it seems all I've done is apologize to you today, but please forgive my daughter, she is usually a nicer person. She and Gail, her mother, are constantly fighting and I do my best to keep the peace.
"No problem Sir, I'm honored she asked me to escort her to the wedding."
He laughed, "How diplomatic of you to say she "ASKED" you to escort her. As I said, she is usually much more polite. Jim, escorting Molly to the wedding is not part of your new job, but I'd be most grateful if you indulged her request."
"Happy to do it, Sir."
He extended his hand and took the form I was holding. He looked over everything and then paused. "You're a new grad, when I graduated, I had a chest full of jeans and teeshirts, nothing formal. She wasn't kidding about the black-tie attire. Not to be indelicate, but do you have any formal wear?"
"No sir, I was thinking of borrowing a tux from a friend who does formal catering."
He smiled, picked up his phone, and punched in a few numbers. "Alfonso, this is John Rollins."
A voice boomed, "MR. ROLLINS! How are you, my friend?"
"Fine, thanks. Listen I have a special friend that needs a complete ensemble for a black-tie event this Saturday, can you help him out?"