Hello, all! I apologize that the first chapter was so short. As I said, that was my first submission and I've learned my lesson. I wanted to go back and add more but the uploader won't let me. >_> Again, I'm learning as I go along, so your patience would be appreciated. To make up for the first (extremely brief) chapter, this one will be much longer. Thanks for reading!
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Nathaniel Shepherd would have had a headache, if it were physically possible. As it was, he felt the prick of hunger along the edge of his senses. It was a dull ache, a buzzing in the back of his mind as he went about his day.
"Shep? You still here, man?"
Nathan shook his head. "Yes, Theron. Continue, please." He dipped his head apologetically, willing his subordinate to go on.
A group of around ten corporate administrators had met in the conference room to discuss business trends. Nathan had been called there as well at the behest of the company's owner, Charles Witfield. As usual, Theron Goldwell and David Moran were in attendance as well. Theron was the youngest, but he had a sharp wit and a sense for numbers, which made him particularly skillful in finance. Moran was the head of human resources (a title which made Nathan grin every time it was spoken) and was nearly obsessed with the company's rules and regulations.
"As I was saying, revenue has been dropping steadily over the past few quarters. It hasn't been a lot, only a few percent, but that's going to hurt over time. We need to fix the problem sooner rather than later." Theron sat back as he finished, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I agree, and we cannot let this continue, but what solution to you suggest?" Moran had frowned and looked up at the chart projected upon the wall.
"The economy is taking its toll on every business, and we must pay the price as well. As I see it, we have few options: we could scale back the company until the market improves, or we can find some magical way to make up for our losses." Nathan sat back, challenging his peers to come up with a viable answer.
"I vote we cut our losses. Hoping for a magical cure isn't going to get us anywhere." A few of the men around the table nodded in agreement with Moran.
"Isn't that a bit hasty?" Theron frowned.
"I don't care to sit here all day discussing this. I'm hungry and it's getting late."
"Nathan, if you need to leave, then go. We can handle the rest ourselves. Thank you for your input." Theron clasped his hand as Nathan stood, nodding with respect.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" Nathan smiled.
"Not at all, but I know how grumpy you get when you haven't eaten. Go take care of that. We can talk later." Theron smiled back at him and looked back to the group still seated at the table. "Gentleman, back to the drawing board. Any ideas?"
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"Just a beer please. Whatever lager you've got on tap."
If the bartender was surprised to see a woman alone at the bar, let a lone ordering a beer, he didn't show it. Elizabeth was still full of adrenaline and nervous energy from breaking into her boss's office, so she figured a trip to the local pub was in order. She paid for her drink and sipped it once he set it down in front of her. The bar was surprisingly empty, but she supposed she was glad for the quiet.
"Celebrating something?"
Maybe not so quiet. The stranger sat down on the stool beside her and ordered a glass of whiskey, neat.
"Sort of. Why do you ask?"
Shrugging off his coat, he turned to face her. "It's not too often that you see a woman drinking alone at a pub, let alone on a Thursday night. Either something very good has happened, or something very bad. What can I say, I'm an optimist." He smiled and her heart skipped a beat.
He was damned good-looking. He had dark curly hair, short but a bit longer in the middle than it was on the sides. Thick lashes framed his eyes, green like a forest after the rain. He had a sculpted jaw, high cheekbones and an aquiline nose reminiscent of Roman royalty.
She blinked and took a moment to compose herself. "Um... yes, I suppose I am celebrating."
"I wish I had such an excuse. Mind if I celebrate with you?" He smiled again, and raised his glass.
