"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking from the flight deck. As you will have been aware, we have been re-routed around Chicago, and are number five in the landing pattern. I apologize for the delay, but assure you that we will be arriving at O'Hare within the next thirty minutes. Please remain seated, and we'll....."
He tuned out the message's remaining words, and looked again at his watch. "Damn". This is a fine mess – late for his first damned meeting at the new company, and – in his position as Publisher – what kind of impression will that send to the rest of the troops....even the boss can't make it to strategy meetings on time. He knew, of course, that everybody suffered at the hands of the airlines; couldn't hold himself accountable, as the flight had been due to land over 40 minutes ago...but, nevertheless....
He looked out the left hand first-class window; this was one of the benefits of the new job. At least he could travel in comfort – and the Flight Attendant glanced his way as he swilled down the last of the Stoli-and-Seven in his glass – nodding, when he raised it again to her, for a refill. Chicago lay on their left, about ten miles, shrouded in some late summer mist, the horizon and the lake mere reflections of what they should be. He sipped his drink and pondered over these last weeks.
He'd been head-hunted by the Chairman of the, quite arguably, modest-sized publishing house specializing in Trade magazines to the computer industry, which had recently bought their latest acquisition - a California-based group - bringing in three technical monthlies which added to their portfolio quite nicely. The Chairman had done a reasonable deal, stretching payments for the buy-out over a two-year period, and retaining only the minimum of necessary staffing, bringing production into their home base of White Plains. His own hiring had been to achieve a streamlining of the portfolio's production systems. Editors for the new products were spread all around the USA – and using phones, faxes and e-mail, regularly sent in their reports and articles without having to appear at the head office.
The meeting that he was already late for, was destined to be the quarterly update, with everybody in position, and knowing who was who. Except he, as the new "head" was still at twenty-seven-thousand feet, and fuming. He pulled the air-phone from the headrest ahead of him, and sliding his credit card again through the system, punched in the buttons for the Chicago hotel where they were all staying, because in one of their meeting rooms, everybody would be waiting. Instructing the hotel's receptionist to pass along that he would still be another hour, he advised that they should start without him. At least he'd be there for the cocktail party this evening, before tomorrow's national trade show opening.
Cranking his seat back a little, he rested his head, and reflected back to leaving home this morning. Why had Jilly been such a bitch? Christ, he'd landed this new job a month ago, achieving a package deal that – even if they fired him today – he'd be set for a year. But it would mean that he'd be traveling some more, as they would still retain some of the crew in the Californian office, and he'd need to be there on a monthly basis, as well as Dallas on another group they'd acquired, and she'd already baulked at being left on her own. Yes, he'd not be happy chasing all over the States; he'd miss their child, but, well, they could work things out. Hell, he WAS the boss now! Once he'd really got his feet under the table, it should be a piece of cake!
But she didn't listen, having an inate fear of having to look after herself, and their new child, Jenny who was only three months old. He thought back suddenly. Christ, it must be at least eight months since they'd had sex! Even then he remembered, it had been a carefully orchestrated coupling, and frankly, he wondered why he'd bothered. She gave the impression that it was an accommodation, rather than the loving that it should have been. He closed his eyes; oh well, he'd been there before, and – well, at least the job was exciting!
After claiming his bags at the carousel, he managed to get outside in less than twenty minutes, and hoped that he would be able to get in at least some of the meeting, without too much disruption to the staff. The only thing that bugged him was that the Chief would be there, and he hated looking a fool! He gave the cabbie the hotel name, and lounged back into the Ford's vinyl seating.
Dumping his bags with the Bell-desk and checking in quickly, he asked for directions to the meeting room, where the rest of the crew were; he asked that his bags be sent to his room, and walked briskly down the hallway, glad to stretch his legs finally. A simple hand-lettered sign indicated that this was the room. Straightening his tie and standing up straight, he quietly entered the room to view a scenario that remained with him for days.
A long table had everybody in two long lines, possibly – at first glance – seven to each side, with Neil, the chairman, sitting at the far end. But it wasn't Neil that caught his attention, simply the gorgeous woman, standing, and in the middle of delivering her report. She stopped, turning towards him as Neil stood from the far end. "Ah, there you are – everything okay?"
He turned, at least, he TRIED, to turn away from the woman's steady gaze, a half-smile on her face as he then managed to kick against the door as he stumbled through it, banging his elbow against the strong shut-device of the door which caught him unprepared. He smiled rather forcefully, and concentrated on responding to Neil's enquiry. "Yes – er, thanks. I'm fine. Just that we've been sitting over Chicago for about an hour waiting for a slot..." He paused again, desperately trying to take in all the other people, some of whom he knew from White Plains, others who were strangers. Especially, this delicious sight in front of him. Tall, with dark red hair complemented by a stunning green jacket and white blouse tied at her throat, she was slightly hazy to him, the light shining in from the tall windows creating an overly bright background to her and forming a halo. He knew he was bumbling.
She glanced back at Neil, who indicated that she could sit, as he stood to come around to introduce him to the rest of the members, who sat expectantly. "Ladies, Gentlemen" said Neil, "This is the man I was telling you about." He approached and pulled Paul's left elbow, guiding him around to an empty chair that waited for him. As he did so, he introduced the team. Bill from head office, whom Paul had met a few times. Mary from Accounting; John from legal and so on, a blur to him, because he was holding his breath. He suddenly became aware that he hadn't said anything; hadn't exhaled; was almost dummy-like waiting to circle the table to meet her. Wherever he looked, she was in his peripheral vision, her jacket's color like some green beacon, drawing his eyes to her. And she sat, faintly smiling, almost aware – he could have sworn that she knew – that he couldn't get his eyes off her. God, she was beautiful!
Finally, he was there. Having gone clockwise around, she was almost the last to be introduced, and he couldn't have wanted it any other way. He tried to pull himself together; they were there!
