Saturday Scribes: Theme – Complicated
It was almost too easy. Sean had typed up his notes on the interview and now he had a hankering for one of Joe’s pulled pork sandwiches. He went to the coffee pot and stared at the murky dregs. This pot had been made hours ago and looked like it. He dumped it in the sink and got a fresh filter and filled it. He wiped up some grounds that had spilled onto the counter. He thought about the conversation he had last night with her. She would certainly be hired once his report was turned in. The moment he pushed send on the email with that report attached, he would be committed. They had been dating for a few months and he looked back in wonder. Meeting her was an accident. Pursuing a relationship was done with purpose, in fact, with a vengeance. Now he had to think about the future. Could the relationship survive working together? Danielle had promised that her support would move him up and that she would be right there helping him. He was already working on a plan for her “departure” if she didn’t follow through.
Danielle stopped in the ladies room before her next appointment. She knew that Sean was in the office below making his little plans, but she had a few of her own. She touched up her make-up and pushed an errant strand of hair back. She smoothed out her skirt and took one last backwards glance in the mirror. Smiling in satisfaction, she followed the hall to the corner office where the head of purchasing worked. She smiled at his secretary and gave her name. As she stepped through the door and quietly closed it behind her, Sean’s boss stepped from around the desk and took her hands. She kissed him and smiled. “You should be getting the report on my interview any time now.” George was in his seventies and the last stroke had caused him to limp a little. He smiled back at her. She was covering all her bases. It would be tricky balancing the two of them but George never left his floor and Sean could be handled.
George knew that any reason a woman like Danielle would be interested in him would not be his good looks and charm. He had passed that stage long ago. Whatever the reason was, she had a few talents and he intended to take advantage of those. He read the message behind those carefully made up eyes. She had her own agenda and thought she held all the cards. He knew she was stringing along that idiot downstairs. He figured she was planning to play them against each other. What he lacked in stamina, he made up for in experience. He knew directions to take this game that were not even on her map.