Authors note:
First, thank you all for taking time to read this little tale I've spun. I'm glad you're all enjoying it.
Second, some of you have commented that you want longer submissions. This story was written for a client of mine who ended up not paying me, so I retained the copyright, and I am publishing it myself. That said, the submissions have been short because they are chapters of that novel written based on a client's wishes.
Good news! I'll start uploading two chapters for every submission for the remainder of the book! Also, good news for those of you hating Drew right now: hold on... ;) He comes around.
Cheers
Ovni
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Chapter 9
Cici looked amazing. She wore a navy blue skirt suit and white button down, with bright red heels. Her hair was swept up into a French twist, her makeup done perfectly. I rose as she entered my office carrying her briefcase. For a moment there was an awkward tension, her approaching my desk after being let in by my secretary. I didn't know what to call her or how to address her. She'd always been just Cici, my friend's sister. Now she was Cici, my marketing consultant from one of the largest media conglomerations in the eastern United States.
"Mr. Pratt," she said, sliding her briefcase onto the corner of my desk. She popped it open and pulled out a file before she sat down. I didn't sit until she was seated. My secretary nodded at me as she retreated out the door and shut it behind herself.
"Cici, it's good to see you." I adjusted my tie and waited for her to hand me the file.
"Is it?" I heard the air of spite in her voice but her placid expression betrayed no hostility. "Here are the figures we've come up with. If you'll look closely at page three of the contract, you'll see the numbers that will secure your timeslots in primetime. There is always a chance those numbers go up if the market shifts, but--"
"I understand how this works. It's not my first rodeo." I flipped open the file and browsed the contract and report. It was old news. I'd seen the same sort of thing on different letter head once a year for the past ten years. I was more interested in discussing some more personal matters, especially now that I had an itch to scratch as far as Beck was concerned.
"If you're happy with them, I can get your signature now, or we can have you visit Cox once you've had a chance to go over them more thoroughly."
I shut the file and dropped it on my desk, waving away her words like they were a foul stench. Her expression remained stoic as she watched me straighten in my seat. "I'd be happy to take a few days and have legal look it over. In the meantime, how do you feel about a cabin in the Poconos in a few weeks? Long weekend, hiking, fishing, and I think there is some sort of festival going on in the town." I looked into it. It turned out Harper's cabin was situated in a small town on a lake where they celebrated the town founder with games and prizes and some sort of parade.
"What?" Her eyebrows drew together into a confused expression. "Why would I go to the Poconos with you?"
"Well, I'm still trying to win that client. It's his cabin. He offered it to us, and now he's being a little pushy about us taking it. I think he is just trying to prove I'm not really into you and that I'm free game for his daughter." I shrugged as I told the lie. Winston hadn't pressured me at all, but I knew it was a great chance to add more credibility to the relationship in his eyes, and getting Cici away from NYC meant more time for us to get acquainted.
"No," she said curtly. She sat back in the chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm already catching flack from coworkers about our 'dating' and I don't want to drag this out. I'm ready to be done. You're overshadowing everything I do at work. I needed a plus one for an event, and this has turned into a nightmare."
I wanted to bring up the boat, the way her body responded to me, but I didn't want to push too hard. I had to come from a different angle to reach her. Cici really cared about her reputation and her career, so I knew that was the only thing that would sell her.
"Look, I know how much it will help my case. Winston is ready to sign on the dotted line as far as my business plan goes. I know he's holding out for that personal angle. It's the way men like him work. He wants to make his daughter happy and for whatever reason he's got it in his head that I'm the one to do that. If he knows I'm not on the cards, then he'll tell baby girl she needs to move on." I gestured with my hands as I spoke. I watched Cici's eyes follow my hand movements but her deadpan didn't encourage me.
"I don't see how I get anything out of this. You're basically stealing the show with York. He doesn't know my name at all. All he thinks about is the money you're going to put into the firm, and whatever other business dealings you're working out."
"I'm hoping to gain him as a client." I winked at her and she scowled. "But seriously, think about it this way. The more you sell this thing we have with York, the more he leans on you for this account. When I come through for him both in terms of what services I procure from him and what services I offer to him, your name will be on the tip of his tongue at every meeting. The more that happens, the higher your status in his eyes."
Her lips pursed and I could see her thinking about it. She shifted in the chair and sighed hard, then I watched her leg start bouncing. "I don't like it. My subordinates think the only reason I got the job is because I knew you."
"They're morons." I shook my head, leaning over my desk toward her to go in for the kill. "I'll insist the only person I want on my account is you and your team. You tell me who they are that is failing you and I'll dress them down personally when they make a mistake, because they will make a mistake. If that doesn't work, then every single time I speak with York, I'll make sure to sing your praise. It won't even matter what the staff thinks. You'll just shine."
She looked away. I knew I had her. Her eyes flicked to my face then back to the file in front of me. She was ready to take the plunge, so I added the final straw to snap that proverbial camel's back in two.