This story takes a while to get started. I apologize if slow development is not your thing. There are no graphic sex scenes in the story, so if that's what you're looking for, you'll have to go elsewhere. Like all of the stories I write, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of a character described in this story to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All persons described as participating in sexual activities in this story are 18 years of age or older.
THE PASSENGER
I scribbled "Matthew P. Harper" on the "Attest" line of the last conveyancing document, above my typed name and title, "Senior Vice President, General Counsel and Secretary" and handed it to my paralegal to affix the corporate seal. As soon as the bank confirmed that the wire transfer had been received in the Kohler family's account, Sun Fiber Systems, Inc. (we called it SunFiSys) would become property of one of the nation's largest cellular antenna companies and the three Kohler principals of the company would be collectively roughly five hundred million dollars wealthier. The workforce would be sharing in a substantial sum as well. The Kohlers had always been generous to their employees. In addition to annual cash bonuses, they had created a phantom stock program in anticipation of the day when the family would sell the company. The program, designed to promote employee retention, provided employees a potential windfall if they remained until the company was sold. The benefits ranged from about half a year's salary for the receptionist to healthy seven figure amounts for the senior, non-family officers that ensured those officers would never have to work again. I was one of the latter.
SunFiSys built and leased dark fiber networks, installing the fiber optic cables over which telecommunications signals traveled. The company would construct the fiber network, pull it into the customer's data room and allow the customer to provide the electronics that generated and received the signals traveling across the fiber. The Kohler's timing had been exquisite. In the twelve years I'd been there, we'd grown annual revenues seven-fold while holding EBITDA margins at or above sixty percent annually. The company would install cables containing anywhere from twenty-four to four hundred eighty-eight strands of fiber. Generally, the customer leased anywhere from four to twenty-four strands, with the remaining strands in the cable available for use by other customers. The leases generally ran a minimum of five years and the lease payments for the initial term would more than cover the construction costs. Any subsequent customer using fibers in the same cable paid similar lease rates, but the only additional costs were the connections from the existing cable to the customer's data room. It was a marvelous business.
The buyer had thought so as well, although their interest was more focused on the fiber network, which now had plant in seven states, rather than the customer base. The new owners were in the midst of a small cell antenna build-out and our fiber would provide the means to connect their cellular antennas to the telecommunications systems of their various customers, most of whom were major telecommunications companies.
I'd been at SunFiSys for twelve years. Twelve years of sixty-five to seventy hour work weeks. Twelve years of never having a vacation longer than four days and only two of them. Twelve years during which I'd lost four relationships because of work. Three had been with "Ms. Right Now" and not something over which I'd shed much in the way of tears, but the end of the last relationship had been extremely painful. It was doubly painful because of the timing of the breakup.
I'd first met Alexis Morgan at a continuing legal education program. She'd sat down next to me at the lunch lecture table. She caught my attention immediately. Those of you of a certain age will remember the actress Adrienne Barbeau. Alex (for that's what she would later ask me to call her) was a somewhat lusher version, not classically beautiful in the current twenty-first century sense, but definitely sexy and appealing. In talking, I discovered she had recently become a partner at one of the largest and most prestigious law firms in Philadelphia. She was (I would later learn) thirty-three years old at the time we met, five years younger than I was. Our conversation revealed a brilliant intellect, a sparkling personality, a vibrant sense of humor and an interesting way of looking at the world. I was immediately smitten. I'd later learn that Alex also was extremely stubborn and had a real temper. But the last was something I'd not encounter until well into the future.
I'd gotten her business card before lunch ended and had asked if she'd like to have dinner some evening. She expressed interest. Because her schedule and mine were equally booked, it took almost a month to clear a date where we could get together. I made a reservation in one of Philadelphia's best restaurants. Ever cautious, she met me there rather than having me pick her up at her condominium.
Dinner was a smashing success. As I put her in a cab to go home, I got a kiss on the cheek and a promise to do this again as soon as possible. The second date took only two weeks to schedule. That was an equally successful evening. After that, we were together almost every weekend. Unlike any of the three "Ms. Right Nows", I took my time with Alex. We had been dating for almost four months before we first were intimate. She turned out to be an enthusiastic and quite vocal lover. The walls in her condominium must have had excellent soundproofing, as none of the neighbors complained.
We'd been dating almost a year before she introduced me to her parents. I was somewhat surprised to find out that they lived within a few miles of my townhouse in Doylestown, the county seat of one of the counties adjacent to Philadelphia. Her father, Richard ("not Rick") greeted me with enthusiasm; her mother, Meredith, was far more restrained, in part because I was almost forty by that point, still unmarried and with no children. Her mom wanted grandchildren and I didn't look like the type to be entering into initial fatherhood at age forty. If only she'd known what was coming down the pike.
I was unable to reciprocate. I was an only child, born to parents in their mid-forties and both of my parents had died shortly before I met Alex. Seeing her with her family reminded me of how much I wanted to have a family of my own. I needed to readjust my priorities, something I'd begun to give thought to, but had not yet acted upon.
For Alex's thirty-fifth birthday, I'd planned a special getaway at a romantic bed and breakfast on the Delaware River with dinner at one of the finest restaurants in the area. Prior to dinner, I'd given Alex her birthday present, a pair of one carat diamond studs. She'd been enthusiastically grateful, so much so that we'd almost missed our dinner reservations. The warm reception the gift generated only confirmed my decision to ask Alex to move in with me over dinner.
As part of the planning for this weekend, we'd agreed to forego any business calls except for true emergencies. We had ordered and were sharing a bottle of wine and an appetizer when my cell phone all but blew up. I sent the first five calls to voicemail before seeing the sixth was from my boss, Harry Kohler, the SunFiSys CEO. That I had to take. Alex looked a bit unhappy when I told her that this must be something important as Harry never called me on a Saturday evening. I stepped away and out into the parking lot to take Harry's call.
It was a legitimate emergency. In fact, it was a fiasco. One of our contractors in California had been performing a horizontal bore to install underground ducts to allow fiber cable to be installed in the central business district of the city in which we were constructing the network. As was required by California law, we had contacted the local "One-Call" agency and they had supposedly marked out the location of the various underground utilities. They had mismarked the location of a thirty-six inch water main by more than twelve feet. The contractor had hit the main, rupturing it, creating a huge geyser of water and flooding the local streets, plus cutting off the water flow to a substantial portion of the central business district. The city authorities were berserk about the problem and I spent the next two hours in a series of calls trying to address the problem.
When I finally got off the phone and re-entered the restaurant, I was greeted by the maitre d', who was holding a "to-go" box and an invoice. I handed him my credit card to handle the bill, adding a generous tip. He informed me that my companion had waited an hour and then taken an Uber from the restaurant. I'd been so focused on the water main problem that I'd never noticed Alex's departure.
When I got back to the B&B, I found that Alex had packed her things and departed. Sitting in the middle of the bed was the box containing the diamond studs I'd just given her along with a note. The note was brutal. It read, "I hope you will someday find a woman that you care more about than that damn company. I'd hoped it was me. Clearly it isn't. Don't try to apologize or make excuses. We're finished! DON'T CONTACT ME EVER AGAIN! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR HEAR FROM YOU AGAIN!!!" I told you she had a temper.
I was crushed at my stupidity and even more crushed at losing the woman I'd begun to think
