Uncontrolled Spin: The Power and Danger of Spin ("Un"missable Series Book 1) by Jerry Summers
Authors: Jerry Summers
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settles into a plush chair. “How about some tequila with a few wedges of crushed orange and cinnamon sprinkled in it?”
Rachel gives Jess a funny look and says, “Very well. Is Patron okay with you, Ms. Silva?”
Jessica nods. “Yes, that will be fine. And please, call me Jessica.”
“Okay, Jessica,” Rachel says with a smile, “I’ll have that ready for you momentarily.” She turns and heads back toward the stewardess station.
Sean sits in a chair slightly diagonally from Jess and says, “I forgot to ask if you were allergic to any foods or what your food preferences were, I’m sorry. I have requested two light snacks to be served immediately. The first is a Capresé salad, which consists of mozzarella cheese, Roma tomatoes, and balsamic vinegar dressing. The second is French brie with cold smoked salmon from Nova Scotia. Will that be fine with you? Otherwise, I’m sure we can have something else prepared for you.”
Jess is practically drooling. “That actually sounds delicious. There is no need to prepare anything else for me.”
Rachel places Jess’s drink on the side table next to Jessica. Sean nods to her and Rachel says, “It sounds like everything is in order. The food will be served as soon as we reach cruising altitude. About that time, Mr. Green always has a second scotch. Would you like another drink as well, Jessica?”
Jess nods gratefully. “Thank you, very much.”
As Rachel departs, Sean says, “I haven’t planned for an in-flight movie, so I don’t know what is available right now, but—”
Jessica interrupts, “Perhaps we could just talk and get to know a little bit more about each other.”
Sean considers and then replies, “That would actually be lovely and quite relaxing.”
The doors close on the jet, and they begin to push off from the gate. Jessica says, “I really must admit, I have never travelled in such style and comfort.”
Sean laughs, “Then you should enjoy this trip. It’s one of the luxuries I allow myself these days. Besides, this is all deductible for me.”
“Well, it may be deductible, but you still have to pay the bill every month,” Jess counters, taking a sip of her drink.
He just smiles, raises his glass, and nods.
As they reach cruising altitude, the stewardess returns with the Capresé salad and the brie and salmon with capers and red onion. She also brings their second round of cocktails. Jessica surveys the snacks placed before them.
“This looks absolutely wonderful,” she comments, scooping some brie onto a baguette crisp. “So, tell me about yourself as a kid, what you truly enjoy in life, and what makes you tick.” Sean starts to interrupt, but Jess holds up a hand. “Wait, the one condition I have with these questions is that you can’t talk about your work. I want to know about the boy who grew into the man you have become.” For the very first time since she met him, Jessica sees Sean Green squirm uncomfortably.
He looks down at his feet, then around the plane, and finally back at her. “It’s not at all very interesting. How about you? Where did you grow up?”
She smiles at him. “Oh no, you don’t. You first. Then I’ll tell you about myself. I don’t usually go away for a weekend with a man I know absolutely nothing about, so I need something to justify doing this.”
Sean laughs out loud. “Well, I can assure you, I’m absolutely safe, but fair enough. Let’s see, I was born in Ohio, and my parents moved to San Francisco when I was ten. We lived in an apartment on Fifteenth Avenue and Geary Boulevard until my parents moved to the family home on Forty-First Avenue and Fulton. I spent most of my evenings and weekends at Ocean Beach, drinking beer, smoking dope, and bodysurfing. I graduated from George Washington High School, received a full-ride academic and athletic scholarship to Stanford, and there I earned a bachelor’s in business and an MBA in marketing. I started SGM in 1990—”
Jessica
Rachel gives Jess a funny look and says, “Very well. Is Patron okay with you, Ms. Silva?”
Jessica nods. “Yes, that will be fine. And please, call me Jessica.”
“Okay, Jessica,” Rachel says with a smile, “I’ll have that ready for you momentarily.” She turns and heads back toward the stewardess station.
Sean sits in a chair slightly diagonally from Jess and says, “I forgot to ask if you were allergic to any foods or what your food preferences were, I’m sorry. I have requested two light snacks to be served immediately. The first is a Capresé salad, which consists of mozzarella cheese, Roma tomatoes, and balsamic vinegar dressing. The second is French brie with cold smoked salmon from Nova Scotia. Will that be fine with you? Otherwise, I’m sure we can have something else prepared for you.”
Jess is practically drooling. “That actually sounds delicious. There is no need to prepare anything else for me.”
Rachel places Jess’s drink on the side table next to Jessica. Sean nods to her and Rachel says, “It sounds like everything is in order. The food will be served as soon as we reach cruising altitude. About that time, Mr. Green always has a second scotch. Would you like another drink as well, Jessica?”
Jess nods gratefully. “Thank you, very much.”
As Rachel departs, Sean says, “I haven’t planned for an in-flight movie, so I don’t know what is available right now, but—”
Jessica interrupts, “Perhaps we could just talk and get to know a little bit more about each other.”
Sean considers and then replies, “That would actually be lovely and quite relaxing.”
The doors close on the jet, and they begin to push off from the gate. Jessica says, “I really must admit, I have never travelled in such style and comfort.”
Sean laughs, “Then you should enjoy this trip. It’s one of the luxuries I allow myself these days. Besides, this is all deductible for me.”
“Well, it may be deductible, but you still have to pay the bill every month,” Jess counters, taking a sip of her drink.
He just smiles, raises his glass, and nods.
As they reach cruising altitude, the stewardess returns with the Capresé salad and the brie and salmon with capers and red onion. She also brings their second round of cocktails. Jessica surveys the snacks placed before them.
“This looks absolutely wonderful,” she comments, scooping some brie onto a baguette crisp. “So, tell me about yourself as a kid, what you truly enjoy in life, and what makes you tick.” Sean starts to interrupt, but Jess holds up a hand. “Wait, the one condition I have with these questions is that you can’t talk about your work. I want to know about the boy who grew into the man you have become.” For the very first time since she met him, Jessica sees Sean Green squirm uncomfortably.
He looks down at his feet, then around the plane, and finally back at her. “It’s not at all very interesting. How about you? Where did you grow up?”
She smiles at him. “Oh no, you don’t. You first. Then I’ll tell you about myself. I don’t usually go away for a weekend with a man I know absolutely nothing about, so I need something to justify doing this.”
Sean laughs out loud. “Well, I can assure you, I’m absolutely safe, but fair enough. Let’s see, I was born in Ohio, and my parents moved to San Francisco when I was ten. We lived in an apartment on Fifteenth Avenue and Geary Boulevard until my parents moved to the family home on Forty-First Avenue and Fulton. I spent most of my evenings and weekends at Ocean Beach, drinking beer, smoking dope, and bodysurfing. I graduated from George Washington High School, received a full-ride academic and athletic scholarship to Stanford, and there I earned a bachelor’s in business and an MBA in marketing. I started SGM in 1990—”
Jessica
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