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"Well shit, this might not be so bad" Justin thought to himself as he pulled up to the hotel complex.
In the past, it was a treat for the company to have activities at any sort of decent place, but this place...
"Wow!"
In exiting the company-owned Durango, Justin tugged his phone from his jean pocket; double checking the email he had been sent.
"Upon arrival, meet with Training Specialist Sara Vickers,"
"I swear if this is another 'trainer' who is old enough to be my mother, I'm gonna lose my shit." he thought to himself with a smirk,
After checking-in and settling into his room, he texted the phone number provided.
No response.
A bit irritated, he set about unpacking his luggage and organizing his room.
Afterall, organization was his forte.
Of which, he accredited his rather rapid advancement with the company.
In a matter of 13 years, Justin advanced from entry-level customer service/sales, to his current position of District Supervisor; providing oversight of Sales and Security in 7 counties.
Furthermore, Justin prided himself on organization and time management.
Some would say he was overly-methodical.
But as far as he was concerned, methodical was OK.
Methodical kept the bills paid.
He glanced at his phone and grimaced a bit.
He sent the initial text to Sara at 3:05 pm.
As of 3:35 pm-no response.
Justin sat for a moment on the King bed in his room, studying his phone.
"Technically, the conference doesn't "officially" begin until this evening..." he thought to himself.
His brown eyes darted to the bottle of Crown he had carefully planted on the countertop of his suite.
Anxiety had always been an issue for him, especially in new places.
People being late didn't help.
Tardiness was a peeve.
Then there was this whole "training conference" and meeting new people "thing."
"Ugh,"
He couldn't help but grin a bit as he lifted the plastic cup-provided by the hotel and apparently meant for water- with a nip of Crown, to his lips.
He glanced at his phone once again.
3:50 PM-No response.
"Fuck it, I was on-time...." he cursed as he dropped his phone on the bed.
Grabbing a towel from the shelf, he headed to the bathroom shower.
--
Just as Justin grabbed his towel to dry off, his cell went off.
"He...hello!?" he answered.
"Hi...is Justin available?"
The female voice on the line sounded very young, so he hesitated.
"Uh yea....who is this?"
"Sara..."
"Sara...who?" he mused.
"I'm so very sorry Justin, I'll be there in a few minutes..."
He sat down on the bed once again, pondering the voice.
"Fuck she sounded young!" he thought.
"No problem...take your time," he replied, doing his best to conceal the sarcasm.
He glanced at the clock: 4:45 PM.
He quickly set about dressing in a pair of jeans and a black polo shirt.
In taking a quick glance in the room mirror; he grinned a bit.
Standing a stout 5'9, Justin's broad shoulders filled out his polo well.
His stout build, lean thighs and calves were courtesy of his father's Scandinavian heritage.
His naturally bronzed skin-tone was apparently from his mother's heritage-whom he had never met.
"Not bad for 42...." he thought to himself.
His abs had faltered a bit with age...
His arms and shoulders remained rather defined, due in large part to being an avid outdoorsman.
"Could be worse.." he grinned as he killed the light.
The "Call to Post" ringtone of his cell snapped him from his mind 'wanderings' of what he should expect.
Is she brunette? Blonde maybe?
Tall? Hopefully not too tall.
The trumpets ring blasted again.
He fumbled and tugged the phone from his jean pocket.
"Ah...hello?"
"Justin...Hi! It's Sara!"
"Oh hey, I'm just on my way to the elevator to meet you."
"(Brief pause) Oh! Well that's nice of you but not necessary, I can email you what you need to look over tonight.."
"Well...too late..." he said with a grin as he boarded the elevator.
"I'm already on my way."
--
Justin's heart pounded, as the heavy steel doors parted.
As he stepped out, his phone "chirped"
"Dammit!." he cursed under his breath; reminding himself to remind his daughter to stop changing his ringtones....and text-tones.
He quickly glanced at the message, then looked ahead.
And there she stood.
"Such a cute....text-tone!" she chirped as she approached him.
"Fuck.." he muttered as his eyes met hers.
She was not at all what he imagined.
She wasn't jaw dropping gorgeous, but far from plain.
She was shorter, 5 foot at the most.
Her curly, dark brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, a few curved bangs framed her oval, face; accentuating a pair of big, almond shaped big brown eyes.
A bit on the thicker side.
"In all the right places," he thought to himself.
While her waist-length, navy blue winter coat left a lot to the imagination, her thicker thighs, clad in black leggings did not.
"Justin?" she asked cautiously, snapping his attention back to her.
He nodded.
"So they claim, " he joked.
Without warning she suddenly hugged him, her slender arms around his neck.
Caught off-guard and unsure of what to do, he patted her sides gently.
"Ok so I know I'm late...very late!' Sara stated.
"I'm very sorry, between my dog-sitter showing up way late and traffic and..."
"Sara..." he said, with a slightly confused expression and a comical grin.
"Ye..yea?"
"Why are you apologizing and explaining yourself, you really don-'"
"Well everyone made it very clear how you are, about people being late and not...I mean, disorganized" she interrupted.
He paused, his eye brows raised.
