and the feel of the sun on her bronzed skin. This would not
be the first time Roman had gotten between her and bliss.
The airline had to re-arrange her flight for the
next morning. She flung herself on her bed, wondering why she was still at
Neilson Associates. To tired to undress she kicked off her shoes and lay there.
Many times the pressure of being VP and Roman’s
incessant demands made her want to look elsewhere for employment. Yet, at the
same time she knew she was a valuable asset to the company and Roman paid her
very well. Weighing out that she had become second in command in such a short
amount of time also was a huge deterrent to leaving, but the temptation was
surely there.
She dozed off. Shortly after, her cell phone
rang she saw it was Roman.
“Not answering that.” She said, pulling a pillow
over herself to mute the phone. By
the third time he called she angrily answered the phone, breathing yet not
saying a word.
“If you had stopped by to let me know how the
meeting worked out I would not be calling. I asked you to stop by before you
left for the day. Anyway I need the files for the Madison account.”
“You know Baxter is taking over while I am on
vacation for the next three weeks. Did you ask him?”
“He is already gone for the day.”
“I know. Everyone in the office should be gone
for the day. Get the files from Baxter in the morning.”
She abruptly clicked off the line. He rang
again. She did not answer. After several other attempts she finally picked up.
“What do you want now?”
“You still did not tell me how the meeting
turned out with Mr. Boyd.”
“Are you sitting at your desk?”
“Yes.”
“Then right in front of you should be one of the
biggest files I have placed on your desk this week with Mr. Boyd’s name on it.”
“Ok, I will admit it. I am very nervous about
you being gone for three weeks. I have no idea where you are going. You are
such a big part of this company and I don’t know if Baxter can handle things as
well as you do.”
“He will be fine. I have been training him for
months. Don’t call back. I am officially on vacation.”
Again she abruptly clicked off the line. This
time she muted the cell phone and finally got some much needed sleep.
Chapter 2
Paula arrived in Mexico at noon. A limousine was
waiting for her at the airport. “Greetings Miss Anderson.” Called the
driver. The sound of a heavy
Latino accent was like music to her ears.
It was her first reminder that she was far, far away from home - even
better, far away from Roman. “Will you be staying at Casa Del Leon as before?”
“Yes.”
As he opened the door to the limo, she welcomed
the site of the wet bar with her favorite Strawberry Margarita already
prepared, and one dozen red roses. There was no finer limousine service than
Pablo and Sons. They had been a
part of Mexican life for decades.
“Do you mind if we drive with the windows down?
I am dying to view something different, and smell the sea salt breeze as we
drive up to the resort.”
“Not a problem, Miss Anderson.”
With his consent, Paula relaxed, placing her
legs across the soft leather seats. She enjoyed the forty-five minute ride to
the resort. Upon arrival a staff was waiting to usher her in.
“Welcome back Miss Anderson. We are honored to
have you here.” Said the concierge. “Imelda will be your host for your stay.”
“Thank you, Pedro.”
“You will be housed in the Sunset Shore room,
just as you requested.”
“I appreciate you accommodating me.”
Paula loved the Sunset Shore room because it
gave her the ability to see the most brilliant sunsets in all of Mexico. Each step down the hall gave her a
sense of freedom. When she finally
opened the doors to her suite, she let out a huge sigh. Tipped the bellhop and then flung open
the doors to her patio that was only a stone throw from the private beach.
“Heaven!” She
be the first time Roman had gotten between her and bliss.
The airline had to re-arrange her flight for the
next morning. She flung herself on her bed, wondering why she was still at
Neilson Associates. To tired to undress she kicked off her shoes and lay there.
Many times the pressure of being VP and Roman’s
incessant demands made her want to look elsewhere for employment. Yet, at the
same time she knew she was a valuable asset to the company and Roman paid her
very well. Weighing out that she had become second in command in such a short
amount of time also was a huge deterrent to leaving, but the temptation was
surely there.
She dozed off. Shortly after, her cell phone
rang she saw it was Roman.
“Not answering that.” She said, pulling a pillow
over herself to mute the phone. By
the third time he called she angrily answered the phone, breathing yet not
saying a word.
“If you had stopped by to let me know how the
meeting worked out I would not be calling. I asked you to stop by before you
left for the day. Anyway I need the files for the Madison account.”
“You know Baxter is taking over while I am on
vacation for the next three weeks. Did you ask him?”
“He is already gone for the day.”
“I know. Everyone in the office should be gone
for the day. Get the files from Baxter in the morning.”
She abruptly clicked off the line. He rang
again. She did not answer. After several other attempts she finally picked up.
“What do you want now?”
“You still did not tell me how the meeting
turned out with Mr. Boyd.”
“Are you sitting at your desk?”
“Yes.”
“Then right in front of you should be one of the
biggest files I have placed on your desk this week with Mr. Boyd’s name on it.”
“Ok, I will admit it. I am very nervous about
you being gone for three weeks. I have no idea where you are going. You are
such a big part of this company and I don’t know if Baxter can handle things as
well as you do.”
“He will be fine. I have been training him for
months. Don’t call back. I am officially on vacation.”
Again she abruptly clicked off the line. This
time she muted the cell phone and finally got some much needed sleep.
Chapter 2
Paula arrived in Mexico at noon. A limousine was
waiting for her at the airport. “Greetings Miss Anderson.” Called the
driver. The sound of a heavy
Latino accent was like music to her ears.
It was her first reminder that she was far, far away from home - even
better, far away from Roman. “Will you be staying at Casa Del Leon as before?”
“Yes.”
As he opened the door to the limo, she welcomed
the site of the wet bar with her favorite Strawberry Margarita already
prepared, and one dozen red roses. There was no finer limousine service than
Pablo and Sons. They had been a
part of Mexican life for decades.
“Do you mind if we drive with the windows down?
I am dying to view something different, and smell the sea salt breeze as we
drive up to the resort.”
“Not a problem, Miss Anderson.”
With his consent, Paula relaxed, placing her
legs across the soft leather seats. She enjoyed the forty-five minute ride to
the resort. Upon arrival a staff was waiting to usher her in.
“Welcome back Miss Anderson. We are honored to
have you here.” Said the concierge. “Imelda will be your host for your stay.”
“Thank you, Pedro.”
“You will be housed in the Sunset Shore room,
just as you requested.”
“I appreciate you accommodating me.”
Paula loved the Sunset Shore room because it
gave her the ability to see the most brilliant sunsets in all of Mexico. Each step down the hall gave her a
sense of freedom. When she finally
opened the doors to her suite, she let out a huge sigh. Tipped the bellhop and then flung open
the doors to her patio that was only a stone throw from the private beach.
“Heaven!” She
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