I noticed her as she walked toward me, her tall slender body moved with effortless grace, her head held high on her long neck and the sunlight turned her hair into strands of gleaming bronze. Then I noticed the men that she passed, they stopped and turned to stare open-mouthed at the vision walking away from them, walking toward me. I turned my attention back to her, it wasn't hard, and the straight backed way that she carried herself caused her breasts to thrust against the fabric of her crisp white blouse and accentuate her flat stomach and slender legs. This was one drop dead gorgeous woman and even before I met her I was in love, but then so were a thousand other men through whose lives she had walked.
As she approached me she noticed that I was staring at her and her eyes turned to me as she neared and there was the hint of a smile just before she was passed me. I stopped, turned and stared just like those before me and the vision got even better. Her black skirt was tight over her hips and this revealed that she was either wearing a thong or no underwear at all, there were no lines to break the smooth curves of her arse. She wore heels high enough to tighten her calf muscles and these were further enhanced by her black stockings. She walked with an easy stride, sort of a cross between the exaggerated cross over style of a catwalk model and the open stride of the majority of women, it was almost as if she was perpetually performing a roadside sobriety test.
As she turned the corner and out of my life I found that my imagination had gone into over-drive. Who was she and what did she do? She could be a model or even a film star but in my imagination she was much too intelligent for either of these vocations. She didn't look frazzled enough to be a teacher or a lawyer, a doctor was a slight possibility, a 4 to 1 shot at best, a nurse would get better odds, but my imagination dismissed all of these in favour of an Executive Personal Assistant. She had the qualities for this profession, looks in abundance, style without doubt and her immaculate appearance spelled out organisational ability and attention to detail, in short everything the busy CEO would desire in an EPA. She also exuded enough self-confidence to be able to put him politely in his place should he step over the line she placed between them.
Her name was Heidi Freidricks and she was the Personal Assistant to the Chief Executive Officer of a multi-national corporation and had been sent to collect important documents from one of their clients, hence the document case she carried. She strolled through the reception area of the office building, pausing just long enough to smile at the receptionist and slide the marker to indicate that she was once more in her office. The light at the bank of lifts indicated that it had gone straight to the top floor, the executive level.
Heidi walked through her office to that of Spencer Fawcett, the CEO of TransGlobal, a holding company with interests in mining and oil and gas exploration. She took the documents from the case and placed them on his desk. He looked up from the papers that he was reading. "No dramas?"
"No, they have resigned themselves to their fate just as you predicted. They had no room to manoeuvre and they knew it, to have held out would have been to delay the inevitable and cost them a fortune."
"Good, have you completed the media release yet?"
"It's in your in tray, have a read and if there are any changes to be made I'll get to them straight away."
"I'm sure there won't be any changes, have young Peter run off enough copies for the media conference and see that they are available as soon as I get there, but don't distribute them until after the conference, we don't want to give them any hand grenades that they can throw at us, do we?" His mood changed. "Heidi I've come to rely on you for so much and I don't know what I would do without you. This calls for a celebration, there's some bubbles in the fridge, what say we crack open a bottle?"
"I think that we should wait until after the media conference, it wouldn't do to front the press looking smug and pissed, would it?"
"As usual you are right. Is everything set up for the conference?"
"Yes, you're on in fifteen." Heidi turned and walked back to her desk. This was a great job for her with one minor problem apart from Spencer wanting to get into her pants, and that was that some of the acquisitions seemed to have cared little for the companies being taken over, the term that the media was fond of using was 'corporate raider'. While the directors of the company that she had just visited seemed on the surface of it okay with what had happened to them, she felt that there was an undercurrent of hostility and this worried her. What would they do? What could they do? She had gone over the take-over documents with a fine tooth comb before it went off to legal and neither of them could fault the legality of the process, but legality was only one aspect, morality was the part that she had problems with. Spencer had maintained that if you were bogged down by morality you would finish among the also rans and he always wanted to be a winner.
She picked up the papers that she needed and headed for the auditorium where the conference would be held. Stepping up to the rostrum she smiled at the usual crowd of business journos and received return smiles from at least the males in the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, before Mr Fawcett gets here I think that we should run over a few ground rules. He will be announcing a major acquisition this morning, he will outline the benefits of this acquisition and our plans for the future growth of the company in terms of cost benefits and jobs growth. Following the announcement there will be a Q&A. You will restrict your questions to matters pertaining to this morning's announcement, no questions on any other matters please." She looked to the door at the side of the auditorium and saw Spencer waiting to be introduced. "Ladies and gentlemen, our CEO Mr Spencer Fawcett."
Spencer walked to the rostrum and smiled at the media, his smile was not returned. "Thank your Heidi, good morning ladies and gentlemen, this morning TransGlobal has signed an agreement with Fremont Exploration to acquire their existing leases and their future, as yet undeveloped leases. This agreement guarantees the future employment of Fremont staff. . ."
"We've heard this before."
Spencer tried to identify the source of the interjection but was a fraction of a second too slow. "As I said we have guaranteed the future employment of Fremont employees and those that chose not to work for the merged company will be let go with all of their entitlements intact, we are not about depriving workers of their rights."
"That'd be a first!" The interjector was seated in the centre of the room and Spencer quickly identified him as Zander (his compression of Alexander) Franklin, a new player in the business media field, and one who was not afraid to attack heads of companies and print what he believed the public should know.
"Please sir, would you save your interjections until after this announcement. We have an information pack for you that will give you the finer details of this acquisition. I will be only too willing to speak to you individually to allay your concerns." A silence descended over the room. "Fremont was not in a position to continue with their exploration due to the contraction in the global financial situation, we on the other hand have investors who are only too willing to partner with us in building on the exploration work started by Fremont. This situation is in no way due to any lack of integrity on the part of Fremont management, we have nothing but admiration for Milton Fremont and his fellow directors and have offered board positions to them. Milton expressed his wish that his health could have allowed him to accept the offer, but felt that it was time that he stepped back from what is a very stressful position and enjoy, with his lovely wife, what little time he has left in his life."
"Are you telling us that Milton Fremont has a terminal illness, and what is the nature of that illness because it doesn't seem to have affected his golf game?"
"I'm not in a position, and it is not my place to comment on his health, that's a matter that you should take up with him."
"I will."
Heidi and Peter began moving around the room handing the information packs to the person at the end of each row who passed them to the others. Silence again descended over the room as the media skimmed through the document looking to see if anything jumped out at them that they could use to question Spencer. Heidi had done her job well.
"Are there any questions?" A hand was raised; it belonged to the man who interjected during the presentation. "Yes Mr Franklin?" The exasperated tone of his voice suggested that he was getting a little tired of Zander.
"Pardon me for being a tad cynical but isn't this exactly the same document that you handed out after the Kingsbridge Petroleum acquisition with just the names changed?"
