Chapter Three
Chapter Three Bassadai had exceeded Electra’s sales and profit
targets four years in a row. I’ve proven
I’m unbeatable, unstoppable, Peter thought, frustrated that the offer of
joining Electra’s golden corporate triumvirate and despite his perfect track
record had not yet materialized.
Peter was finally forced to confront the bigger
picture: the ‘three wise men’, as he referred to them behind their backs, were
no-nonsense Midwesterners, family men grown and nurtured in the country’s Bible
belt. Peter, however, was of cut from a different cloth, the odd man out. But
he was damned if this very personal aspect was going to block his way to the
very pinnacle of success he had toiled long and hard to reach.
He
sighed, pursed his lips and dialled his mother’s number in Florida.
“Mom, I have some good news for you.” He took a
deep breath and said through a forced smile. “I’ve decided to get married.”
# # # #
Artemis spent his time supervising the Bassadai
Think Tank, better known as BTT, and in back-to-back corporate meetings preparing
for January’s Consumer Electronics Show, or CES, in Las Vegas. Any hope of
connecting with Victoire got snuffed before he could pick up the phone and make
a date.
But when he learned Victoire was attending the
same party at Prentice’s, his fatigue evaporated.
“I look forward to seeing you then, Artemis,” she
said sweetly. “Any longer and I would have forgotten what you looked like.”
Artemis smiled and shook his head. “Damn, that’s
one sexy blonde,” he muttered before replacing the receiver.
“What’s that?’ Willy asked, bringing him a folder
and seeing his boss’ eyes lit up again.
“Women,” he chuckled, “just women.”
Willy nodded his head in agreement, left his
ideas on the scientist’s desk and went off to have lunch and mentally undress
the same one.
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