THE BOSS

bare, creamy shoulders. Her iridescent auburn hair cascaded over those shoulders. Nobody was more beautiful than her that morning. As she entered the building, her 5'9 figure sway

and she had everyone a

time meeting The Boss at Eggs and Flowers. As she made her way to the table, she was warmly greeted by the staff. She nodded an

esh flowers for dinner. She understood Flowers was a place for a romantic dinner—a heart-melting dinner complete with a table-to-table violinist and flower

aved at her as she was walking toward her boss' table. She stopped by to exchange niceties. The other two men, a

something that I need your boss' help with,"

ean my

involves your boss directly, no?" he winked wittily. Gina sm

ring him along

'd be

le. They stood up and shook her hand. Gina had to spend another three minutes on the introductory exchanges. They e

ind her, to continue escorting her to The Boss' table. They walked past a few more tables toward an exclusiv

envied the big man for having such a beautiful creature by his side; and if the

sked the concierge as they wal

, mi

full I

reserve one for

will ask him. He usually needs a

her as she made her way to him. As she drew nearer, he put d

o on him. At 5'11 he was not much taller than she

ina," he said, wa

Not even a bread basket. He asked her what she wanted for breakfast, t

gave him a slight nod. She would have a pitaya bowl and he the egg

rsation with what she thought about the war Russia started with

stage, and philosophy? And the mention of Putin—enough to ruin the whole day. Can we not talk about more personal things? Like how I spent las

ere when he startled

evening with

ow? Did he have

e her, but she was

do you

le yesterday. "Gina is going to call you soon. Please help with her request," his text was. He also didn't want to tell her how Roy had replied with a f

told

you?

y're not on such familiar terms—with Roy's boss, perhaps, but not with Roy. It had to be before. But why

vening. If it's private, I withdraw my question," his tone wa

thought he felt a tad jealous. He is k

yes dimmed. She seemed uninterested. She needed to busy herself with something. The dr

, Gin

Ye

you with my frustration with this world. So I thought talking about your evening would be good. Obviou

did he say

telling you about my evening. It was t

hat's o

," she said. She loo

ay no, not if he didn't w

ng him about her evening with Roy. The Boss listened, trying as much as he could to appear interested. Gina went into great details with the story. An

*

e CEO of Trelleco—the Telco company serving the entire West Coast—ju

She said no. Amazing, the Boss thought—but he ma

ther VPs had to cultivate it over time—incurring substantial expenses for lunches, dinners, events, and gifts—business o

a Sunday?" T

he said. Is th

. Can you spar

th you? I'd like that

blem. It's busi

have to add the last part? What if it's not business? He can't ask me out

e of them couldn't make it so I have moved it to Monday," she said. Nevertheless, The

thought, because he wouldn't have enough time to s

unlike she was in Roy's agenda. Roy—now him she could use to console her disap

on't blame me if I accept his offer to go out again tonight. She tosse