perfume or wore a dab of makeup. A head full of sense accented her wholesome
beauty. His right arm, she was his
survival, and an everyday reminder of the mom he loved dearly and had not
visited in three years. Silently he
questioned why he did not just go home.
Placing a finger beneath Maggie's
double chin, inching her face toward him, he asked, “Ready to get to work,
tiger?”
“Whenever you are boss.”
With a heart- melting wink, “Then
let's knock em dead.”
Brad no sooner sat than the phone
rang. “Yes, Ms. Thorpe.”
“I have Mr. Somers on the phone sir.”
“Thanks put him through. Excuse me a minute Maggie, will you,
Maggie’s cue to leave.
Whenever
Brad was about to blow, he never wanted her tender ears within hearing
distance. Obviously, he was unaware that
his voice echoed throughout the office. When
the door latched, Brad began calmly, “Mr. Somers, Mr. Johnson here. I understand you have been trying to contact
Mr. Peterson.”
Extremely irritated, Somers retorted,
“What, in hell kind of company are the two of you running? I've been trying to reach Ted for days.”
“I believe Ms. Phillips informed you
Mr. Peterson has been out of the office. Is there something I can do?”
“You,
I have been his client for five years. He is fucking up a multimillion-dollar deal. If that bitch in heat got off his lap long
enough to take regular dictation, maybe he would get some work done.”
Summer’s
vulgar insinuation scorched Brad. “I'd
appreciate it, Mr. Somers, if you would mind your manners whenever referring to
an employee of my company.”
“Don't tell me you're screwing her
too?”
In a desperate attempt
to remain civil, breathing deeply Brad raised his voice a notch. “Ms. Phillips is a secretary and that is
all. I am the one who prepares the
proposals. If you have any questions, I
am well aware of every minute detail. If
you'd like to come to my office we can settle this matter with no further
delay.”
Laughing robustly, Somers continued,
“Pray tell you don’t know Ted's been pumping his secretary.”
Apprised of exactly what went on in Ted's
office, Brad was embarrassed that someone else knew, the very idea brought
color to his face and erupted his temper. “Apparently Ms. Phillips is more prudent than the multimillion dollar
Keller deal you have mentioned. What did
she do, Mr. Somers, refuse to go down on you? Or, could it be that you are accustomed to screwing everyone and assume
they lower themselves to your level.”
Brad’s comments hit a
nerve, like a dentist with a drill.
Somers blustered,
“You know damn well your partner nails everything in skirts. You've got balls speaking to me that way.”
“Big ones, Mr.
Somers.”
“Do you have any idea
who you're fucking with, Mr. Johnson?"
“A vulgar piece of
shit in a business suit, I presume. No
wonder your business is crumbling.”
Seething, Somers lurched forward in
his chair gulping the remaining whiskey in his glass. “You will regret this conversation, Mr.
Johnson. If you and your partner know
what's good for you you'll have him call me, pronto.”
Punctuating each word, Brad's vocal
chords strained to the max, “You of all people will not intimidate me or my
partner with threats or vulgarities. What affects him affects me. When
you wish to discuss the Keller matter as a man, you may call my secretary for
an appointment.
“Allow me to make myself
emphatically clear, Mr. Somers. If you
dare to raise your voice or utter another vulgarity to any of my employee’s, I
will personally take great pleasure in shoving the Keller deal up your ass. You see Mr. Keller is a friend. A master of
beauty. His right arm, she was his
survival, and an everyday reminder of the mom he loved dearly and had not
visited in three years. Silently he
questioned why he did not just go home.
Placing a finger beneath Maggie's
double chin, inching her face toward him, he asked, “Ready to get to work,
tiger?”
“Whenever you are boss.”
With a heart- melting wink, “Then
let's knock em dead.”
Brad no sooner sat than the phone
rang. “Yes, Ms. Thorpe.”
“I have Mr. Somers on the phone sir.”
“Thanks put him through. Excuse me a minute Maggie, will you,
Maggie’s cue to leave.
Whenever
Brad was about to blow, he never wanted her tender ears within hearing
distance. Obviously, he was unaware that
his voice echoed throughout the office. When
the door latched, Brad began calmly, “Mr. Somers, Mr. Johnson here. I understand you have been trying to contact
Mr. Peterson.”
Extremely irritated, Somers retorted,
“What, in hell kind of company are the two of you running? I've been trying to reach Ted for days.”
“I believe Ms. Phillips informed you
Mr. Peterson has been out of the office. Is there something I can do?”
“You,
I have been his client for five years. He is fucking up a multimillion-dollar deal. If that bitch in heat got off his lap long
enough to take regular dictation, maybe he would get some work done.”
Summer’s
vulgar insinuation scorched Brad. “I'd
appreciate it, Mr. Somers, if you would mind your manners whenever referring to
an employee of my company.”
“Don't tell me you're screwing her
too?”
In a desperate attempt
to remain civil, breathing deeply Brad raised his voice a notch. “Ms. Phillips is a secretary and that is
all. I am the one who prepares the
proposals. If you have any questions, I
am well aware of every minute detail. If
you'd like to come to my office we can settle this matter with no further
delay.”
Laughing robustly, Somers continued,
“Pray tell you don’t know Ted's been pumping his secretary.”
Apprised of exactly what went on in Ted's
office, Brad was embarrassed that someone else knew, the very idea brought
color to his face and erupted his temper. “Apparently Ms. Phillips is more prudent than the multimillion dollar
Keller deal you have mentioned. What did
she do, Mr. Somers, refuse to go down on you? Or, could it be that you are accustomed to screwing everyone and assume
they lower themselves to your level.”
Brad’s comments hit a
nerve, like a dentist with a drill.
Somers blustered,
“You know damn well your partner nails everything in skirts. You've got balls speaking to me that way.”
“Big ones, Mr.
Somers.”
“Do you have any idea
who you're fucking with, Mr. Johnson?"
“A vulgar piece of
shit in a business suit, I presume. No
wonder your business is crumbling.”
Seething, Somers lurched forward in
his chair gulping the remaining whiskey in his glass. “You will regret this conversation, Mr.
Johnson. If you and your partner know
what's good for you you'll have him call me, pronto.”
Punctuating each word, Brad's vocal
chords strained to the max, “You of all people will not intimidate me or my
partner with threats or vulgarities. What affects him affects me. When
you wish to discuss the Keller matter as a man, you may call my secretary for
an appointment.
“Allow me to make myself
emphatically clear, Mr. Somers. If you
dare to raise your voice or utter another vulgarity to any of my employee’s, I
will personally take great pleasure in shoving the Keller deal up your ass. You see Mr. Keller is a friend. A master of
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