Which is why, despite my severe allergy to spreadsheets and schedules, I eventually agreed to hire an event planner.
Vonnie claims that Marco Adams is the best in Brisbane.
I trust her with every aspect of my day to day life.
Other than pizza toppings.
Calamari is not my thing.
So even though the whole concept of a pre-event planning sign off already makes me yawn, I’ve agreed to make an appearance.
Nine something. Nine thirty, is it?
I can’t remember.
My Friday morning priorities are, as always: Coffee. Yoga. Coffee. Walk.
And by walk, I mean perusing shelves to find the sequel to a page turner I’ve just devoured. No monotonous decisions, micromanaging event planners or paperwork will interrupt my flow.
Vonnie is better with that kind of bullshit anyway.
She’s always been the adult in the room.
I pay her in gourmet donuts, obviously.
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“You owe me more than donuts,” she whispers over the phone. “This guy is intense.”
I close my eyes, sitting casually on the corner of a sofa.
“You said he was the best. An unforgettable experience, rather than a stiff corporate vibe.”
“He's the walking personification of stiff,” she sighs.
“Darling, you love a stiff man as much as I do,” I tease. “He probably gets off on being bossed around by women like you.”
She ignores me.
“He's printed an alarming number of checklists. Spiral bound of course. And he drives an Audi.”
Say no more. Hopefully he’ll be gone by the time I get there.
“Sounds like a tosser,” I grumble. “Send him away before I get there, will you? I need to check one more bookstore to see if they have it…”
“You're browsing books?” she hisses. “Get your ass here now, Amos!”
Before I can form a witty reply, she hangs up on me.
Brown paper parcel tucked under one arm, I emerge from my cosy literary haven to face the checklist beast.
One of those guys, huh?
Probably plays golf on weekends. Most definitely has a girlfriend who wears runway worthy dresses when he takes her to the Maldives.
Bet he listens to crypto gurus when he jerks off,I laugh, as I side eye the sleek silver car parked outside.
Taking a sip from my cup, I shoulder press the door.
