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really smart, then he joined the armed forces, and from what I read was a Special Ops guy, but there is not a lot of specific information about his time in the service.”
    “Special Ops, like covert missions?” Beverly’s stalking begins in earnest, both thumbs racing over her phone’s keyboard.
    Monica nods. “All that makes him even hotter. Smart, rich, mysterious and can totally kick ass.”
    “Sounds great, and he’s probably fucking Robyn.” I hate that this bothers me. I really hate it.
    But what I think I hate most is that I’ve worked my butt off to be the best that I can be, I’ve built a successful team and Cuntessa and crew waltz in, are handed an account they didn’t sell – that they didn’t earn on their own merit – and my promotion goes down the drain, while I listen to, “When we met with Hale and his people this week,” “We had an amazing off-site teambuilding with Hale and his crew,” “Hale is just so interesting to work with.”
    Hale, Hale, Hale. Fuck Hale Lundström and the techy cloud he flew in on.

    Sun glinting off the ocean is the best way to start the day. Standing on the balcony of my hotel room the next morning, fresh orange juice in hand, this trip to work with my newly acquired California sales team is just what I needed to escape the 104 degree temperature in Austin, which is a great place to live, but summers are too long and too hot.
    Even my cell phone ringing, and breaking the morning’s peacefulness, can’t wipe the smile from my face on this beautiful California morning. Walking back into my room to grab the phone, “Hold on a sec,” I answer, “I need to pick the sand out of my butt.”
    “Slacker. Why aren’t you working yet?” my boss asks.
    “Why am I awake, is more the question?” We were out with the Universal Studios people pretty late last night and it’s only 7 A.M. here. But my body thinks it is in central time.
    “You didn’t pull any waitresses into your lap last night, did you?”
    “No, it was a slow night,” I laugh. “I have really gotten an earful from the reps out here about that lunatic’s antics. Thank God you canned her ass. So what’s up?” I know he’s not calling to check on the status of California.
    “I need you to call Hale Lundström,” he sounds a little nervous.
    “Hale Lundström? Why?” Okay, now that one took me by surprise.
    “Yeah, he’s pulling together some very high level tech event in Austin and he’s going to need some assistance.”
    “And you want me to talk to him?” I’m totally surprised. Number one, the man has staff there that I’m assuming he can work with to handle Austin events and number two, he and his team have Susan, Robyn and the rest of her crew to fulfill any of his needs from our company.
    “It’s not me suggesting he talk to you. He requested to speak to you directly about it.”
    I’m silent. Totally dumbfounded. “And Susan is okay with this?”
    Kemp sighs and I can just picture his face, “I’ll take care of that.”
    “She’s not going to be happy.” Susan and I are almost at a state of peaceful coexistence, which is rare – and actually pleasant. Our rivalry has been not so friendly at times and stepping on each other’s toes on accounts has resulted in fierce and unpleasant battles.
    “Honestly, I don’t give a rat’s ass if she’s happy or not. Just make Lundström happy.” And he hangs up on me.
    I have no idea how I’m going to make this man happy. I’m totally clueless about his business.
    My phone beeps again. This time a text from Kemp with Hale’s cell number and the message, Call him today .
    I text him back with the amazing news I would have shared had he not been so curt and hung up on my ass, Oh btw, Universal Studios is comping us a table for ten people at a huge fundraiser they are doing for soldiers returning from overseas. Politicians (including several living Presidents!!, actors, performers, etc.). Totally “A” list Hollywood/DC kind