“I’d hoped you’d say that.” He sank into his chair.
I took the one I’d sat in the day before and quickly opened a notepad program.
“So,” he began, “we’ve received an RFP for Kingsman Vodka and they mentioned me by name.
First time that’s ever happened.”
“Congratulations!”
“I appreciate that, but let’s save them for when we’ve actual y landed the account. We’l stil have to bid, if we get past the request for proposal stage, and they want to meet with me tomorrow evening.”
“Wow. Is that timeline usual?”
“No. Usual y they’d wait until we had the RFP
finished before meeting with us, but Cross Industries recently acquired Kingsman and C.I. has dozens of subsidiaries. That’s good business if we can get it.
They know it and they’re making us jump through hoops, the first of which is meeting with me.”
“Usual y there would be a team, right?”
“Yes, we’d present as a group. But they’re familiar with the dril —they know they’l get the pitch from a senior executive, then end up working with a junior like me—so they picked me out and now they want to vet me. But to be fair, the RFP provides a lot more information than it asks for in return. It’s as good as a brief, so I real y can’t accuse them of being unreasonably demanding, just meticulous. Par for the course when dealing with Cross Industries.” He ran a hand over his tight curls, betraying the pressure he felt. “What do you think of Kingsman vodka?”
“Uh…wel …Honestly, I’ve never heard of it.” Mark fel back in his chair and laughed. “Thank God.
I thought I was the only one. Wel , the plus side is there’s no bad press to get over. No news can be good news.”
“What can I do to help? Besides research vodka and stay late?”
His lips pursed a moment as he thought about it.
“Jot this down…”
We worked straight through lunch and long after the office had emptied, going over some initial data from the strategists. It was a little after seven when Mark’s smartphone rang, startling me with its abrupt intrusion into the quiet.
Mark activated the speaker and kept working. “Hey, baby.”
“Have you fed that poor girl yet?” demanded a warm masculine voice over the line.
Glancing at me through his glass office wal , Mark said, “Ah…I forgot.”
I looked away quickly, biting my lower lip to hide my smile.
A snort came clearly across the line. “Only two days on the job, and you’re already overworking her and starving her to death. She’s going to quit.”
“Shit. You’re right. Steve, honey—”
“Don’t ‘Steve honey’ me. Does she like Chinese?” I gave Mark the thumbs-up.
He grinned. “Yes, she does.”
“Al right. I’l be there in twenty. Let security know I’m coming.”
Almost exactly twenty minutes later, I buzzed Steven El ison through the waiting area doors. He was a juggernaut of a fel ow, dressed in dark jeans, scuffed work boots, and a neatly pressed button-down shirt.
Red-haired with laughing blue eyes, he was as good-looking as his partner was, just in a very different way.
The three of us sat around Mark’s desk and dumped kung pao chicken and broccoli beef onto paper plates, added helpings of sticky white rice, and then dug in with chopsticks.
I discovered that Steven was a contractor, and that he and Mark had been a couple since col ege. I watched them interact and felt awe and a dash of envy.
Their relationship was so beautiful y functional that it was a joy to spend time with them.
“Damn, girl,” Steven said with a whistle, as I went for a third helping. “You can put it away. Where does it go?”
I shrugged. “To the gym with me. Maybe that helps…?”
“Don’t mind him,” Mark said, grinning. “Steven’s just jealous. He has to watch his girlish figure.”
“Hel .” Steven shot his partner a wry look. “I might have to take her out to lunch with the crew. I could win money betting on how much she can eat.” I smiled. “That could be fun.”
“Ha. I knew you had a bit of a wild streak. It’s in your smile.”
Looking down at my food, I refused to let my mind wander into memories of just how wild I’d been in my rebel ious, self-destructive phase.
Mark saved me. “Don’t harass my assistant. And what do you know about wild women anyway?”
“I know some of them like hanging out with gay men.
