That’s it, I’m done.
Gabriel
“And you’ll see on page fourteen of the proposal.” I point to the graph on the whiteboard with a pen.
The fifteen people sitting around the board table all flick to page fourteen.
“As you can see, the trend is emerging as…”
The intercom buzzes. “Mr. Ferrara.”
I exhale heavily. “Yes,” I snap, annoyed, why is she interrupting me?
“Yes, hello Mr. Ferrara. This is Violet from reception.”
“Yes, Violet, what is it?”
“I have a Grace Porter here; she says she has an appointment to see you today.”
What?
“Ahhh…” I look around the room as thirty eyes watch me. “I see…”
Umm… I take the lid off the pen in my hand as I think.
Shit.
I can’t stop this meeting midway through, people have flown in internationally to attend. I’ve got people with me all day and then a function straight from work tonight with my family.
Fuck…
“I’m booked back-to-back today, Violet; can you reschedule her to come back? Tomorrow, perhaps?”
“Yes, sir,” she replies.
“Send my apologies.”
“Thank you.”
I scratch my head in frustration, damn it.
I want to see her.
With all eyes on me, I try to bring my mind back to the meeting.
She’s here.
“So…these…” I pause as I try to collect my thoughts, “…trends.”
She’s here.
I refocus my thoughts and carry on with the meeting as I try my hardest to keep a straight face.
She came back.
Tomorrow I get to see her.
The round dinner table is filled with family members. It’s my brother Alessio’s birthday.