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Harrison
‘Okay,what?’ I say, gripping my cell phone in my hand as I listen to the biggest load of bullshit I’ve heard in a long time. ‘There’s a problem with what exactly? The planning was already approved, I’ve started work there. They can’t… nope, not happening. We need to fix this and fix it quickly. Okay, call me back when you have more news.’
This isn’t exactly the start to the day I was hoping for.
A call from my assistant before 9:00AM is pretty much a daily occurrence, but I could tell from the tone of his voice as I answered that this wasn’t going to be a good call.
Apparently, an objection has been lodged with the planning department over the Las Malvinas site. I’m not sure how, or why, but somehow this complaint has made its way to the highest planning authorities in the town and we may need to pause work on the site.
I’m not happy – and that’s putting it mildly.
There wasn’t a single complaint or concern raised when I outlined my plans for the site, and I can’t see what’s happened since to change things.
Sure, initially my longtime rival McPherson was super-salty about the fact that I got the winning bid on the site. And I have to admit that we did exchange someverystrong words in the lobby atFusion Plateduring the restaurant’s opening night.
But is McPherson really behindthis?
As much as the two of us have battled over the years, the one thing I always respected about him was his relentless mentality. We’re actually kind of similar in that way.
I beat him in one deal, he beats me in another – and then we both move on with business and look for the next opportunity.
This is the way we both do business and despite the fact that we’ll never likely be friends, I had always assumed that deep down there was a respect between us that would always rule out dirty tricks.
Maybe I was wrong about all that?
But before I make any judgments, I need to find out the exact nature of the complaint – and then try to figure out if McPherson was behind it. Of course, I could just ask him myself… but we’re not exactly on speaking terms right now after the wholeFusion Plateblowup.
‘Fuck. This is not the start I wanted for today,’ I say, walking out of my office wearing nothing by a pair of cream-colored linen pajama bottoms.
I’ve got a breakfast date lined up with Taylor, and I need to make myself ready for that. I’m usually good at separating business from pleasure, but it’s going to be difficult with this Las Malvinas issue hanging over my head.
And to make matters worse, this is the site that Taylor is working on for the Blue Collar Boys. I don’t want to lie to the boy, but I might just have to be economical with the truth and hold back from telling him about this morning’s turn of events.
I’ve been thinking about Taylor a lot.
And I know Taylor’s been thinking about me too.
In fact, the amount of late night messaging we’ve been doing would be enough to fill up several novel length volumes of books.
I know I shouldn’t be building things up in my head before they actually play out in real life, but there’s something about the connection between me and Taylor that is so real to me.
Taylor’s a unique boy, certainly based on my experiences in the Daddy and Little community. Taylor’s a bit older, he’s new to the scene, and he’s still trying to find out exactly what works for him and what doesn’t – and I know that I want to be the Daddy that helps him find his best Little self.
But speaking of being a Daddy, it’s not going to go down well if I’m late for our very first breakfast date.
It’s time for me to whip my pajama bottoms off, hit the shower, and then fire up the Maserati.
I’ve got a date atMorning Milk– and one very special boy to be there for.
* * *
After parking my car across the street, I walk over towardMorning Milkand take a table outside.
The sun is up and the skies are blue – it’s my kind of Saturday morning, that’s for sure. One of the staff members, a boy called Nicky, takes my order and I sit and feel the morning breeze hit me as it passes by.
‘This is the life,’ I chuckle, my mind feeling a little clearer having driven down with some classical music playing and my Maserati yet again showing me why I was right to spend the extra money to get the limited edition turbo engine.
But as happy as I feel, I can’t deny that the whole Las Malvinas situation has got into my head. And seeing as Taylor isn’t here yet, I think I might just reach out to my Daddy friends and see what they make of it…
