he seemed amused by something.
“What, their shoe size?” I asked in a horrible, horrible mood.
“No, their temper, they always seem compliant and obedient,” he is still very amused.
“Do you want me to be that? Right now I’m in a horrible mood but I can hide it if you want,” I looked at him directly in the eye.
“No, hide it for my clients, with me you can be like this; it’s a breath of fresh air,” he kept on, trying to conceal a smile.
“Ok,” I said, and my bad mood began to fade away. Patrick was an easy guy to be around. On weekends, I’ll get my first glimpse of CEO, owner, billionaire Patrick on Monday and, by the looks of what I saw during my interview, he would act completely different.
I felt the SUV stop and the door next to Patrick opened. He jumped down and me right after him “Thanks Mike,” I said and smiled up to the huge guy. Mike smiled back.
“So you read about Stinson?” Patrick's business face was on.
“I did,” I nodded as I walked by him with the tablet open on the notepads I had prepared during breakfast.
“Good, so you probably know that we are looking for a collaboration with them on our education branch,” It wasn’t a question but still I answered yes.
“Fish for every detail you find about the possibility of collaborating or buying them off,” Ok. Patrick was going for the extremes, I liked it!
For the next 2 hours I walked around a golf course, still not getting a thing about golf itself, and writing down everything that seemed interesting. Seemed that in the end May, Inc. would end up buying Stinson’s company since he didn’t seem to find a collaboration very helpful. I wrote everything though, off and on the record. I learned that on the record was when Patrick said “Lucinda,” while looking at a golf ball, a hole or the sky. Off the record was everything else.
After that we went to have lunch, where the on and off the record pointers were still given and I couldn’t eat half my salad because by the time I was free to sink in Patrick, in all his businesslike manner, got up said goodbye and with a “Lucinda,” full of authority ordered me to leave with him. Goodbye Salad.
“Why did we leave like that?” I asked Patrick once in the SUV.
“We don’t need them, Lucinda, they need more of us than they realize. Once Stinson sees that we’ll be back in business. Leaving before him was showing him who has the upper hand,” He said in a patient way, like a teacher to his pupil. I just nodded, “Got anything juicy?” he asked.
“Well, I can tell you, he doesn’t want to collaborate, that’s for sure. Unless he is fishing for something else,” I told him and he nodded.
“Mike,” He raised a bit his voice for Mike to hear him “Take us for pizza,” I immediately grabbed my stomach. “I noticed you didn’t eat,” He smiled and I nodded.
Three
“That was definitely the best pizza I’ve ever had,” I said as we both walked into the house later that evening.
“Definitely. Best pizza ever,” He said smiling like a little child.
“Patrick, do you even know the name of that place?” I asked him with my hands on my hips.
“Nope, I don’t even know what kind of pizza I just ate. All I know is that it was the one I always have and it was delicious.” I just shook my head in disbelief. This man was so helpless.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked him in the foyer.
“No. I’ll let you know if I do,” he said going up the stairs.
“I know you will,” I said going the opposite way to the pool house.
The rest of the day was uneventful; Patrick had very few pregnant lady cravings, like the milkshake Donnie used to make (Donnie= former assistant,) and tacos for dinner. He sent me Monday’s schedule, and it looked horrible and stressful but also included that I was going to be in charge of the putting it together from then on, which meant I was going to be the one sending the schedule to him. The real job
“What, their shoe size?” I asked in a horrible, horrible mood.
“No, their temper, they always seem compliant and obedient,” he is still very amused.
“Do you want me to be that? Right now I’m in a horrible mood but I can hide it if you want,” I looked at him directly in the eye.
“No, hide it for my clients, with me you can be like this; it’s a breath of fresh air,” he kept on, trying to conceal a smile.
“Ok,” I said, and my bad mood began to fade away. Patrick was an easy guy to be around. On weekends, I’ll get my first glimpse of CEO, owner, billionaire Patrick on Monday and, by the looks of what I saw during my interview, he would act completely different.
I felt the SUV stop and the door next to Patrick opened. He jumped down and me right after him “Thanks Mike,” I said and smiled up to the huge guy. Mike smiled back.
“So you read about Stinson?” Patrick's business face was on.
“I did,” I nodded as I walked by him with the tablet open on the notepads I had prepared during breakfast.
“Good, so you probably know that we are looking for a collaboration with them on our education branch,” It wasn’t a question but still I answered yes.
“Fish for every detail you find about the possibility of collaborating or buying them off,” Ok. Patrick was going for the extremes, I liked it!
For the next 2 hours I walked around a golf course, still not getting a thing about golf itself, and writing down everything that seemed interesting. Seemed that in the end May, Inc. would end up buying Stinson’s company since he didn’t seem to find a collaboration very helpful. I wrote everything though, off and on the record. I learned that on the record was when Patrick said “Lucinda,” while looking at a golf ball, a hole or the sky. Off the record was everything else.
After that we went to have lunch, where the on and off the record pointers were still given and I couldn’t eat half my salad because by the time I was free to sink in Patrick, in all his businesslike manner, got up said goodbye and with a “Lucinda,” full of authority ordered me to leave with him. Goodbye Salad.
“Why did we leave like that?” I asked Patrick once in the SUV.
“We don’t need them, Lucinda, they need more of us than they realize. Once Stinson sees that we’ll be back in business. Leaving before him was showing him who has the upper hand,” He said in a patient way, like a teacher to his pupil. I just nodded, “Got anything juicy?” he asked.
“Well, I can tell you, he doesn’t want to collaborate, that’s for sure. Unless he is fishing for something else,” I told him and he nodded.
“Mike,” He raised a bit his voice for Mike to hear him “Take us for pizza,” I immediately grabbed my stomach. “I noticed you didn’t eat,” He smiled and I nodded.
Three
“That was definitely the best pizza I’ve ever had,” I said as we both walked into the house later that evening.
“Definitely. Best pizza ever,” He said smiling like a little child.
“Patrick, do you even know the name of that place?” I asked him with my hands on my hips.
“Nope, I don’t even know what kind of pizza I just ate. All I know is that it was the one I always have and it was delicious.” I just shook my head in disbelief. This man was so helpless.
“Do you need anything else?” I asked him in the foyer.
“No. I’ll let you know if I do,” he said going up the stairs.
“I know you will,” I said going the opposite way to the pool house.
The rest of the day was uneventful; Patrick had very few pregnant lady cravings, like the milkshake Donnie used to make (Donnie= former assistant,) and tacos for dinner. He sent me Monday’s schedule, and it looked horrible and stressful but also included that I was going to be in charge of the putting it together from then on, which meant I was going to be the one sending the schedule to him. The real job
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