Book 2. Chapter 3.
90. Another intense day at the office was finally over - 4:25 p.m.! The daily commuter trio met at the elevator and Sheila, walking along with Lilly White and Maggie May, turned the corner to leave at the same time. Tom Jackson spoke up and suggested that they stop by the King's Court lounge for a drink. "Sure!" they were all in quick agreement. Time to decompress, Why not? As though it were just a coincidence.
Originally posted by coquette91. Mark Johnson, Accounting, and Tom Jackson, Legal, sat with Sheila, Lilly and Maggie, innocently enjoying drinks in the Courtyard and hinting to Doyle about the corporate Buzz that was spinning through the office. What was really going on, they were trying to ask, while not actually being able to say it directly. Only Sheila, of course, really knew the score, and had also been in touch with Fritz. This was strictly on a need to know basis only.
Book 2. Chapter 3.
90. Another intense day at the office was finally over - 4:25 p.m.! The daily commuter trio met at the elevator and Sheila, walking along with Lilly White and Maggie May, turned the corner to leave at the same time. Tom Jackson spoke up and suggested that they stop by the King's Court lounge for a drink. "Sure!" they were all in quick agreement. Time to decompress, Why not? As though it were just a coincidence.
92. And so it was, after the second "one quick drink," that Maggie and Lilly really needed to head back, and Tom and Mark were headed their way and could get "a ride" so to speak, that Doyle and Sheila would be able to talk a little longer and possibly have one more drink. Doyle, once again, was underestimating his formidable opponent.
93. Doyle was feeling secure. In his mind things were going great. His orders had been executed almost flawlessly. Johnson had assured him that the financial fundamentals were solid and Jackson was tidying up some of the uhm "legal" issues. Most of the North American market was his except for those pesky Virginians and the Hershey's in that other commonwealth state.
94. He was feeling secure enough to leave the safety of the Adirondack Operations Center and once again do the usual mix and mingle with the other associates at their favorite after business watering hole. Lilly and Maggie were competent mid level associates and fun to party with, as he was sure Mark and Tom were attempting right now, but he was glad they were gone as it gave him the opportunity to chat up Sheila. She was the only one with the right combination of company proprietary knowledge, clearances, and access to Fritz to know the real "Buzz" anyway, and Doyle wanted to guage exactly how much she knew. Besides, he hadn't seen her since she disappeared with king William out at Kingsmill. Her new Virginia residence could help him get closer to taking care of the problems he was having with those Virginian's who were causing the "minor" problems in his North American plan.
95. Doyle not having fully mastered chilvaric manners ordered his third drink first ...another something with Jim Bean in it, and then as an after thought ordered Lady Sheila a Bellini Martini. To be fair, there was something else on his mind. At least he was quick to think of a drink she might like. "So Sheila," Doyle inquired, "Where have you been? What have you been up to? Did you hear what happened to Stu Pidity?" He fired questions at her as if he was using a machine gun. He had to know what she knew and if she would help him.
96. Sheila understood and rather enjoyed Doyle's absolutely clumsy attempts to "probe" what she really knew about the international scene. It was clear to her now that Doyle, too, was just a "player" and that Fritz, dearest darling megalomanic Fritz was the "brains" behind the action. She would "dispense" with Doyle soon enough, giving him essentially no meaningful information, while she would contact Fritz to find out the "real" strategy.
97. She would, though, give him just enough of a response to let him think that she was going along with his little charade by telling him what he already knew, and then, as usual, would switch his primal male brain "off," or rather "off track" by, essentially switching it "on" . .well . . really, "on" to a different - harmless - track.
98. "Oh, Stu, poor Stu, yes I did hear . . that was awful!" her voice was trembling, tears welling in her eyes, her eyebrow furrowed, she put a hand on Doyle's, her fingers gently squeezed his fingers, holding on desperately - for support - needing to be comforted in such a dangerous and terrible world - how could humans possibly do such horrible things to each other? HOW COULD THE COMPANY SEND HIM INTO SUCH A DANGEROUS PLACE? What? WHAT! does all t his mean? she was on the verge of tears. She needed him to help her, to explain that it would be all right, she NEEDED him to COMFORT her!
100. their eyes locked in a deep bond of longing, how could she refuse, of course she would, and naturally, being a man, he would regal her with his knowledge of the true state of affairs, and how powerful his moves were today, and what was really going on, to impress her, naturally, as she would be dazzled by his alpha male masculine power and fall under his spell, and he would have her, again, and again, after that too, of course. he smiled as he paid the tab and she left holding his arm to steady her. my that last one was a bit strong, was he really okay to drive? should they call a Checker Cab?
101. It was only half clear to him as to whether Sheila was just a "tease". Doyle had lost count of the number of drinks he had consumed, but he was sure that he had imbibed more than Sheila. In Vino Veritas only works the other way around. He would have to get more into Sheila... more alcohol that is and after he got what he wanted then maybe some chocolate for old times sake after all he still had a thing for her. They had had something... didn't they? Doyle let the thought pass and with a whistle and a wave hailed one of the roomy yellow checkered taxis. He held the door for his former live-in girlfriend and climbed in after her. Doyle continued to "play" his line, the one calculated by Fritz. ...If it was calculated by Fritz, was it actually HIS line?... Again he let the thought pass. He placed his hand on her thigh as the cab sped off to his place, mmmh he thought, her legs were so smooth... recently shaven. "Everythings going to be ok babe, everythings going to be alright."