Here’s chapter 9. Hastily written. More changes might pop up in the recorded version.
Enjoy!
We were ushered through their gorgeously ornate lobby by a surprisingly not-daft receptionist.
Why does it seem like everyone else always has it better than I do?
I mean, nicer surroundings, better pay, more competent co-workers…
Sometimes I think that a pay cut is just the impetus I need to get off my butt
and find a new job.
Before I could give that any more thought, we had arrived at Tony Chung’s
conference room.
I had finally come to my senses about Tonya. This was her first day, she had
just been put down by all of the women in her office, and now she was being
thrown into an important account dealing with the worst liason ever.
I mean, she was just crying on my shoulder. I thought that maybe she should be
eased into it more.
“Tonya, listen, I’d like you to just wait outside here…”
“Collins!” The voice of Tony Chung called out behind me. I could hear his
quick-paced footsteps slamming down the fibers in the carpet.
“Collins! Good to see you again. I hope this time we can be more agreeable.”
“Yes, Mr. Chung, it’s a pleasure to be doing business with you again…”
I tried to hold back the bile, and was forced to stifle the image of coating his
$500 suit jacket in my half-sandwich from lunch.
“And who is this… beauty?”
I stepped in quickly before Tonya has a chance to speak.
“This is Tonya Evermere, a new intern at Roberts and Watson. She just started
today, so take it easy on her Tony.”
Chung didn’t seem to be listening any more.
“Ah, Tonya. A gorgeous name.”
He took her hand and kissed the back.
“A pleasure to meet your acquaintence, miss.”
Tonya blushed. I’m sure her current appearance did something to enhance her
effect on Chung, and I wasn’t sure if I should do something or let it slide.
“Uh, so should we talk about Lemonsol?”
“Ah yes. Lemonsol.”
He produced a file from his briefcase and handed it to me without looking at it.
Inside there were a few standard contracts. Usually you didn’t get this far
without discussing something about the product they wanted delivered.
Chung seemed to be making googlie eyes at Tonya, who seemed like she was at
least playing along.
As I stood in the hallway and flipped through the papers, some of which included
some confidential information about advertising budgeting, they whispered their
own little conversation to each other.
“Excuse me, but can we discuss what your client wants delivered?”
“For heaven’s sake man, it’s all right there. Sign the papers and be off.
Tonya and I have plans for the ballet this evening.”
They walked away, hand-in-hand, and I nearly dropped the $23 million contract.
Now all I had to do was figure out what Lemonsol is.
