invest more money into this game?” Eamon leaned back in his chair, clearly not convinced.
“Look, you said it yourself, the game has potential. With a kickass DLC and some promotion, you not only get the pe ople who like the game to buy, but you may also pick up some new players. I think it’s worth a shot.”
“A million dollars ago, I might have agreed wit h you, Miss Adams, but—”
“Oh get over i t! These four people have an idea, but if you say no, they are going to walk with that idea right into the lap of some other game company. You know as well as I do that they can create a Wickerworld clone and put their good ideas to work.” Sarah stood up and slammed the table for emphasis. Her eyes flashed fire. “You can at least let us make the proposal. Don’t say no without looking.”
Eam on watched her reaction, shook his head and began to laugh softly.
Sarah got more incensed. “Damn it, why are you laughing at me?”
Eamon grinned from ear to ear. “Just who the hell are you anyway, and when did you take over Sarah’s body?”
“What do you mean?
Eamon made himself stop laughing. “All right. You’ve got your shot. Make it good because I’m not cutting you any slack on this.”
Sarah took a deep breath and let it out. The relief showed on her face. “Thanks.”
Eamon walked close to Sarah and leaned in. “Don’t thank me yet, Miss Adams, I may not agree to the proposal you know.”
Sarah looked up into his eyes. “Yes, you will. Because it’s going to be good; it’s going to be great.”
“Whatever. Now, get your things and I’ll see you down to your car.”
Sarah looked at her phone. It was well after ten o’clock. “I’d appreciate that.”
As they rode down the elevator, Eamon asked, “So, when can I see your proposal in full?”
“A week after we get back from New York?”
“Okay. Good night, Miss Adams.”
“Good night sir.”
The next day, they left for New York.
Chapter 11
Sarah arrived at the airport for the last connecting flight out on Wednesday night. Her ticket was electronic and when she arrived at the check-in counter, she discovered that she was booked in first class with Eamon.
She stepped out of the line and waited for Eamon to arrive. He came up to the counter.
“There’s been some mistake. I’m booked in a first class seat, Mr. Byrne.”
“It’s not a mistake,” Eamon explained. “You’re in the seat next to me.”
“Is this your standard procedure?” Sarah asked him. “Does your PA always sit with you?”
“ You’re not my personal assistant. You’re my a ssistant project manager . You’re special and you will ride in first class. That’s all there is to it.” Eamon responded.
Sarah caught the sarcasm in his tone. “ Isn’t that just a little too special? I—”
“Just get on the damned plane,” Eamon commanded.
Sarah checked in. The weather was clear and there were no delays in the main hubs, so their flight left on time. Sarah spent the trip wearing a sleep shade and her mp3 player. If Eamon needed her help on anything, he’d have to shake her to get her attention. She couldn’t pretend to sleep on the commuter flight, but it didn’t matter. There was no first class on the puddle jumper.
They reached the hotel at three in the morning. Sarah wheeled her carry-on up to her room. The door opened into a small kitchenette. Past the tiny breakfast bar was a sitting area and then a king bed, large TV and a great big bank of windows that overlooked the city. Everything looked fresh, tastefully decorated and squeaky clean.
Sar ah pulled an outfit out of her suitcase, hung it up in the closet, set the alarm, called the desk to request a wakeup call, stripped off her now stinky clothes and fell into bed.
Five hours later, Sarah was awakened by a pounding on her door. She stumbled out of bed, pulled her stinky sweater on over her head and went to answer it.
Eamon stood there, fully dressed. “The van will be here in ten
“Look, you said it yourself, the game has potential. With a kickass DLC and some promotion, you not only get the pe ople who like the game to buy, but you may also pick up some new players. I think it’s worth a shot.”
“A million dollars ago, I might have agreed wit h you, Miss Adams, but—”
“Oh get over i t! These four people have an idea, but if you say no, they are going to walk with that idea right into the lap of some other game company. You know as well as I do that they can create a Wickerworld clone and put their good ideas to work.” Sarah stood up and slammed the table for emphasis. Her eyes flashed fire. “You can at least let us make the proposal. Don’t say no without looking.”
Eam on watched her reaction, shook his head and began to laugh softly.
Sarah got more incensed. “Damn it, why are you laughing at me?”
Eamon grinned from ear to ear. “Just who the hell are you anyway, and when did you take over Sarah’s body?”
“What do you mean?
Eamon made himself stop laughing. “All right. You’ve got your shot. Make it good because I’m not cutting you any slack on this.”
Sarah took a deep breath and let it out. The relief showed on her face. “Thanks.”
Eamon walked close to Sarah and leaned in. “Don’t thank me yet, Miss Adams, I may not agree to the proposal you know.”
Sarah looked up into his eyes. “Yes, you will. Because it’s going to be good; it’s going to be great.”
“Whatever. Now, get your things and I’ll see you down to your car.”
Sarah looked at her phone. It was well after ten o’clock. “I’d appreciate that.”
As they rode down the elevator, Eamon asked, “So, when can I see your proposal in full?”
“A week after we get back from New York?”
“Okay. Good night, Miss Adams.”
“Good night sir.”
The next day, they left for New York.
Chapter 11
Sarah arrived at the airport for the last connecting flight out on Wednesday night. Her ticket was electronic and when she arrived at the check-in counter, she discovered that she was booked in first class with Eamon.
She stepped out of the line and waited for Eamon to arrive. He came up to the counter.
“There’s been some mistake. I’m booked in a first class seat, Mr. Byrne.”
“It’s not a mistake,” Eamon explained. “You’re in the seat next to me.”
“Is this your standard procedure?” Sarah asked him. “Does your PA always sit with you?”
“ You’re not my personal assistant. You’re my a ssistant project manager . You’re special and you will ride in first class. That’s all there is to it.” Eamon responded.
Sarah caught the sarcasm in his tone. “ Isn’t that just a little too special? I—”
“Just get on the damned plane,” Eamon commanded.
Sarah checked in. The weather was clear and there were no delays in the main hubs, so their flight left on time. Sarah spent the trip wearing a sleep shade and her mp3 player. If Eamon needed her help on anything, he’d have to shake her to get her attention. She couldn’t pretend to sleep on the commuter flight, but it didn’t matter. There was no first class on the puddle jumper.
They reached the hotel at three in the morning. Sarah wheeled her carry-on up to her room. The door opened into a small kitchenette. Past the tiny breakfast bar was a sitting area and then a king bed, large TV and a great big bank of windows that overlooked the city. Everything looked fresh, tastefully decorated and squeaky clean.
Sar ah pulled an outfit out of her suitcase, hung it up in the closet, set the alarm, called the desk to request a wakeup call, stripped off her now stinky clothes and fell into bed.
Five hours later, Sarah was awakened by a pounding on her door. She stumbled out of bed, pulled her stinky sweater on over her head and went to answer it.
Eamon stood there, fully dressed. “The van will be here in ten
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