Twenties Girl
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In the corner is a stand with the sign Global Strategy Seminar . A pair of bored-looking girls are sitting behind a table of name badges. They’ll do.
“Hi.” I approach briskly. “Sorry I’m late.”
“No problem. They’ve only just started.” One of the girls sits up and reaches for her list, while the other stares resolutely at the ceiling. “And you are…”
“Sarah Connoy,” I say, grabbing a name badge at random. “Thanks. I’d better get going.”
I hurry to the security barriers, flash my name badge at the guard, and hurry through into a wide corridor with expensive-looking artwork on the walls. I have no idea where I am. The building holds about twenty different companies, and the only one I’ve ever visited is Macrosant, which is on floors 11-17. “Where’s this guy, then?” I murmur to Sadie out of the side of my mouth.
“Twentieth floor.”
I head for the lifts, nodding in a businesslike way at all the other passengers. At floor 20 I get out of the lift and find myself in another massive reception area. Twenty feet away from where I’m standing is a granite-colored desk manned by a scary-looking woman in a gray suit. A plaque on the wall says Turner Murray Consulting .
Wow. Turner Murray are the really brainy ones who get asked to sort out big businesses. This guy must be pretty high-powered, whoever he is.
“Come on!” Sadie is dancing ahead toward a door with a security panel. A pair of men in suits stride past, and one of them gives me a curious look. I hold my phone up to my ear to discourage conversation, and follow the men. As we reach the door, one of the men punches in a code.
“Thanks.” I nod in my most businesslike way and follow them in. “Gavin, I’ve told you the European figures don’t make sense,” I say into my phone.
The taller man hesitates as though he’s going to challenge me. Shit. I hastily increase my speed and walk straight past them.
“I have a meeting in two minutes, Gavin,” I say hastily. “I want those updated figures on my BlackBerry. Now I have to go and talk about… er… percentages.”
There’s a ladies’ room on the left. Trying not to run, I hurry into it and duck into a marble-clad cubicle.
“What are you doing?” Sadie demands, materializing right in the cubicle with me. Honestly. Does she have no idea of privacy?
“What do you think I’m doing?” I reply under my breath. “We need to wait a bit.”
I sit it out for three minutes, then head out of the ladies’. The two men have disappeared. The corridor is empty and quiet, just a long stretch of pale-gray carpet and occasional water machines and blond-wood doors leading off on either side. I can hear the hum of conversation and occasional small computer sounds.
“So where is he?” I turn to Sadie.
“Hmm.” She’s peering around. “One of these doors along here…”
She heads along the corridor and I follow cautiously. This is surreal. What am I doing roaming around a strange office building, looking for a strange man?
“Yes!” Sadie appears by my side, glowing. “He’s in there! He has the most penetrating eyes. Absolutely shiversome.” She points to a solid wooden door labeled Room 2012 . There isn’t a window or even a tiny glass panel. I can’t see anything inside.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve just been inside! He’s there! Go on! Ask him!” Her hands are trying to push me.
“Wait!” I take a few steps away, trying to think this all through. I can’t just blunder in. I have to make a plan.
1) Knock and enter strange guy’s office.
2) Say hello in natural, pleasant manner.
3) Ask him out on date.
4) Almost die of embarrassment as he calls security.
5) Leave very, very swiftly.
6) Do not give my name under any circumstances. That way I can run away and blank the whole thing from my memory and nobody will ever know it was me. Maybe he’ll even think he dreamed it.
The whole thing will take thirty seconds max and then Sadie will have to stop pestering me. OK, let’s get it over with. I approach the door, trying to ignore the fact that my heart is suddenly galloping with nerves. I take a deep breath, raise my hand, and knock gently.
“You didn’t make any sound!” exclaims Sadie behind me. “Knock harder! Then just walk in. He’s in there! Go on!”
Squeezing my eyes, I rap sharply, twist the door handle, and take a step inside the room.
Twenty suited people seated around a conference table all turn to look at me. A man at the far end pauses in his PowerPoint presentation.
“Hi.” I approach briskly. “Sorry I’m late.”
“No problem. They’ve only just started.” One of the girls sits up and reaches for her list, while the other stares resolutely at the ceiling. “And you are…”
“Sarah Connoy,” I say, grabbing a name badge at random. “Thanks. I’d better get going.”
I hurry to the security barriers, flash my name badge at the guard, and hurry through into a wide corridor with expensive-looking artwork on the walls. I have no idea where I am. The building holds about twenty different companies, and the only one I’ve ever visited is Macrosant, which is on floors 11-17. “Where’s this guy, then?” I murmur to Sadie out of the side of my mouth.
“Twentieth floor.”
I head for the lifts, nodding in a businesslike way at all the other passengers. At floor 20 I get out of the lift and find myself in another massive reception area. Twenty feet away from where I’m standing is a granite-colored desk manned by a scary-looking woman in a gray suit. A plaque on the wall says Turner Murray Consulting .
Wow. Turner Murray are the really brainy ones who get asked to sort out big businesses. This guy must be pretty high-powered, whoever he is.
“Come on!” Sadie is dancing ahead toward a door with a security panel. A pair of men in suits stride past, and one of them gives me a curious look. I hold my phone up to my ear to discourage conversation, and follow the men. As we reach the door, one of the men punches in a code.
“Thanks.” I nod in my most businesslike way and follow them in. “Gavin, I’ve told you the European figures don’t make sense,” I say into my phone.
The taller man hesitates as though he’s going to challenge me. Shit. I hastily increase my speed and walk straight past them.
“I have a meeting in two minutes, Gavin,” I say hastily. “I want those updated figures on my BlackBerry. Now I have to go and talk about… er… percentages.”
There’s a ladies’ room on the left. Trying not to run, I hurry into it and duck into a marble-clad cubicle.
“What are you doing?” Sadie demands, materializing right in the cubicle with me. Honestly. Does she have no idea of privacy?
“What do you think I’m doing?” I reply under my breath. “We need to wait a bit.”
I sit it out for three minutes, then head out of the ladies’. The two men have disappeared. The corridor is empty and quiet, just a long stretch of pale-gray carpet and occasional water machines and blond-wood doors leading off on either side. I can hear the hum of conversation and occasional small computer sounds.
“So where is he?” I turn to Sadie.
“Hmm.” She’s peering around. “One of these doors along here…”
She heads along the corridor and I follow cautiously. This is surreal. What am I doing roaming around a strange office building, looking for a strange man?
“Yes!” Sadie appears by my side, glowing. “He’s in there! He has the most penetrating eyes. Absolutely shiversome.” She points to a solid wooden door labeled Room 2012 . There isn’t a window or even a tiny glass panel. I can’t see anything inside.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve just been inside! He’s there! Go on! Ask him!” Her hands are trying to push me.
“Wait!” I take a few steps away, trying to think this all through. I can’t just blunder in. I have to make a plan.
1) Knock and enter strange guy’s office.
2) Say hello in natural, pleasant manner.
3) Ask him out on date.
4) Almost die of embarrassment as he calls security.
5) Leave very, very swiftly.
6) Do not give my name under any circumstances. That way I can run away and blank the whole thing from my memory and nobody will ever know it was me. Maybe he’ll even think he dreamed it.
The whole thing will take thirty seconds max and then Sadie will have to stop pestering me. OK, let’s get it over with. I approach the door, trying to ignore the fact that my heart is suddenly galloping with nerves. I take a deep breath, raise my hand, and knock gently.
“You didn’t make any sound!” exclaims Sadie behind me. “Knock harder! Then just walk in. He’s in there! Go on!”
Squeezing my eyes, I rap sharply, twist the door handle, and take a step inside the room.
Twenty suited people seated around a conference table all turn to look at me. A man at the far end pauses in his PowerPoint presentation.
