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“No, he was quite upfront, told me if I wasn’t interested nothing wouldchange.”
“Who would run the company? It’s not like he can do it day-to-day.”
“Have you seen his ‘right hand man’? Mind you, I guess you wouldn’t have. Fuckingstunning.”
“His right handmanis stunning? Something you want to tell me?” I said with asmile.
“His right handwomanthen. I’d bang her in an instant, but I don’t think she’d go forme.”
I shook my head. “And that’s why, my friend, you are single. You don’tbanganyone. So he has a female alongsidehim.”
“I met her a couple of months ago. Gabriella. Even the name gives me a hard-on.”
“Jerry!”
He laughed as he rested his feet on my desk, scattering my perfectly piledpaperwork.
“I’m glad you took the weekend off, I keep telling you, you work toohard.”
“It was refreshing. Want to know something? I don’t work all the time because I’m busy, it’s to relieve the boredom. I’m stuck in an apartment, on my own for two days, it gives me something todo.”
“You only have to callme.”
“I’d love nothing better than to ring you and we go out for a meal, as friends. But I know you’ll try to hit on me and ruin it,” I saidgently.
“Fair enough. You know I am kidding when I do that shit,right?”
“Oh, that makes me feel a whole lotbetter.”
“You know what I mean. Dinner, tonight? I promise I won’t hit onyou.”
“Youpromise?”
“Scout’shonour.”
“You were never in the Scouts, but yeah, whynot?”
“Good. I’ll give you a shout when I’m done. Maybe we’ll both leave ontime.”
I settled back and continued with work. I needed to organise a meeting with an advertising agency, but if Jerry was going to sell out, perhaps I should put everything onhold.
* * *
“Where are we going?”I asked as I climbed into Jerry’scar.
“Simpson’s In The Strand. They’ve got a great cocktailbar.”
“I’m not sure I can stomach cocktails,” Isaid.
“Yeah, what did you do to poor Sally, she was a shower of shit allday.”
I laughed. “I think we drank a little too much on an emptystomach.”
Despite the early hour, the restaurant was busy. It was the first time I’d had the opportunity of dining at Simpson’s. It was classically designed, all dark wood and chandeliers. We ordered our meal and I opted for water instead ofwine.
“So, what are you going to do?” I asked, referring to Mackenzie’soffer.
“I think I’m going to take it. Will you come with me, in whatever I donext?”
