I hadn’t thought of it like that.
“You don’t think BioMetrics would want me for my sales skills?” I asked.
“Oh, they’d want you for your sales skills, and so TEK’s products suddenly don’t have a winning rep to sell them.”
“Oh,” I said.
“It’s flattering, really,” Michael offered. “Are you tempted?” His voice was soft and careful.
“Not in the least,” I said.
“They are bigger than TEK. More perks, that sort of thing.”
“I’ve got enough perks at TEK, I think.”
“Really? What sort of perks?”
“A nice car, for one,” I said smiling.
“They’d give you a bigger one,” he shot back.
“I have a laptop and cell phone,” I argued.
“They’d offer you the same thing.”
“I’m paid well.”
“They might pay you more; they’ve got deeper pockets.”
I thought about it for a moment, then said, “BioMetric’s reps are bolshy.”
“Bolshy.”
“Lack all class.”
“What else do they lack?” he whispered.
“Handsome sales managers,” I said.
“Really? You think TEK has more handsome sales managers? Wait! How many handsome sales managers does TEK have?”
“Oh, let’s see. There’s Drew, Terry and Murray.”
“And?” he said.
“You,” I whispered.
“What about me?”
“BioMetrics definitely doesn’t have you.”
I could practically see his grin from all the way down in the South Island.
“What are you wearing?” he suddenly asked.
I giggled.
“Tell me,” he demanded.