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“Yep, my new boss Brando Sanders.” I take another sip of my martini. I should slow down. But it tastes good, and I deserve to let loose a bit.
“I can't believe it,” he says, almost choking on his drink. “Tell me everything.” Despite Race's concern for me, he can't help himself with juicy gossip.
Race widens his eyes as I give him the rundown of the afternoon. “I can't believe you sold your building to him. How do you feel about it?” His eyes show concern.
“At first, I hated myself; now, I'm just numb,” I reply. Race gives me a small smile of understanding. He shakes his head in dismay. “We need to get you hooked up tonight.”
At his comment, I notice that the music has changed and the lights have dimmed. The bar is full. I look around to see if I know anyone and accidentally catch the eye of a guy in a suit. He looks wealthy, well-dressed, and built, exactly like the man I dealt with today. But I’m angry at myself for my weak knees around Brando, and this guy is a pale reminder of him. I would rather stab myself in the eye than talk to him.
I grab Race's attention and nod in the direction of the man eyeing me.
He wrinkles his nose. “Definitely a corporate type. You're not interested, are you? Just checking, since now you work for a big-wig corporate bully.” He snorts at his joke.
I shake my head vigorously. “Hell no. Bite your tongue.” I laugh and punch him in the arm. We order another round of drinks and some food.
“How was the rest of your day?”
He swallows and blushes. “Fantastic. I went to yoga and met a guy. We grabbed smoothies after class.”
Race is all about living life to its fullest and not missing opportunities when they show up. “What's he like?”
Race coughs. “Cool so far.” He talks loudly over the din of music and laughter. “I might ask him out.”
We high-five and sip our drinks. I look around the bar, wondering if I might spot Brando. This swanky bar seems like his type of place.
“How do you feel about starting your job tomorrow?” Race inquires.
“Horrible. But it will pay well.” We clink our glasses, laughing and talking animatedly about what we wish we could do to bring big business to its knees.
“We could stage a sit-in and chain ourselves to the doors, so their business halts and they lose money.”
“Gasp.”
“We could introduce a virus into their servers and cause a worldwide shutdown of their company.”
I’m inspired and shoot out another one.
“What if we took apart all their equipment into individual pieces so they would have to put it together before starting a shift at a construction site?”
Race grins and taps the table. “I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back.”
I continue daydreaming about taking down corporate business, but soon a shadow falls over our table. The handsome guy in a swanky suit stands next to my chair, wearing a confident smile. He looks good, and his posture suggests he thinks he'sthe man.
He’s holding two dirty martinis.
“I couldn't help but notice you, and I had to come over and say hello.”
This guy has some nerve to approach a woman who is here with another man.
“I don't want to be rude, but I'm not interested.” I look away and wait for him to leave.
He doesn't.
“Come on, it won't kill you to have one drink with me, will it?” He puts the drink on the table and watches me.
“No, it won't kill me, but I'm not in the habit of doing things I don't want to, so I would appreciate it if you left me alone.”
He smirks. “You're a feisty one, aren't you?”
