Friday, 1/21
Max put his hands in his pockets, and rocked back on his heels. He tried to hide a grin but didn’t do a good job of it. He nodded to his executive assistant Amanda. “Okay, hit me.”
She didn’t look at him, but unruffled a printed paper. “Leave PVD Tuesday at 6 am to Newark. From Newark at 8:30 to Orlando. From Orlando at 3:30 to London, arriving Wednesday at 7:20 am. From London at 10:40 to Lisbon. From Lisbon at 2:35 to London at 5:25 pm. From London at 8pm to Rome at 11:30 pm on Wednesday, in time for your meeting on Thursday at noon.” She looked up at him, proud of herself.
“No Detroit?”
“If you leave on Monday morning I can do that.”
He laughed. “London three times in 24 hours. I don’t think I can handle that considering I’ll be there next week.”
“I could stop off in Madrid instead. You could see Leonardo.”
“Why are you constantly pressing me on men, Amanda?”
She gazed at him, and crossed her arms. “Sir, you go to dinners by yourself or with someone else’s wife or daughter.”
“Did you ever think it was because I wasn’t interested in the women I know? They’re empty-headed fluffy arm candy.”
“Is that what you want?”
“You’re married.”
She snorted. “If you want a smart woman you have to broaden your horizons.”
He smiled slightly. “I am. I asked a young lady to take the coordinator’s position in Rome but it seems she wasn’t interested.”
“A young lady?” Amanda’s eyebrow went up. “When was this?”
“Last week some time.”
“Did you ask her to come with you on this trip?”
He gave her an incredulous look. “I’ve met her twice. It wouldn’t be proper asking her to come along with me on a week-long trip to Europe.”
She turned from him. “You’re so old fashioned, Mr. Snow.”
“It’s why you love me. Send the real itinerary to my iPhone, please? And head out at 4 if you want.”
“Thanks, Mr. Snow.”
Max went into his office and picked up the phone, dialing a number he knew by heart. “Wharton,” came the rough-voiced answer.
“You awake?”
“Am now.”
“It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon.”
“I’m a night owl. What’s up?”
“I’ll need you on call after five tomorrow.”
“Which limo?”
“The black one.”
“Oh, got a rich one tomorrow?”
“No, a lady.”
“Nice! Want the whole shebang?”
“Nah.” He smiled to himself. The limo and the restaurant would impress her. The champagne and roses, the DVD collection and wet bar would irritate her. “I’ll call you as soon as I get details.”
“You got it, boss.”
He hung up, and looked at his cell phone. Now, for Sarah to call…
Words: 448
Inspiration: See Page A Day Blog
Music: Audiobook?
Comment: Justice Blue and Maximinius were supposed to have a date on Saturday night. Unsure as to whether either got stood up, or if this is going to be a back-and-forth thing. Max is going to Rome on 1/27, and the muse has the story ready, at least the first part.