Too Hot To Handle. Barbara Daly

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      A lightbulb went off in Alex’s head. A business deal. Of course. It was a road toward Sarah, and it was a way out of the untenable social predicament he’d gotten himself into with his staff. “In fact, it was a business deal I had in mind,” he said smoothly. He let his fingers stray casually toward the most recent prospectus he’d sent to a group of potential investors. It was shiny, glossy, colorful, printed on heavy, expensive paper, filled with photographs, the essential charts and graphs cleverly disguised by their Disneylike style. “This—” he brandished it at them “—didn’t really send the message, did it?”

      He looked up when silence seemed to be the only response he was going to get.

      “I was thinking we should tell the ad agency to look for a new graphics design firm. Somebody with a fresh, quirky approach might make the difference, tip the scale.”

      Meaningful glances sizzled around the table. “Can we infer,” Mike said in his most pompous tone, “that the lady works for a graphics design firm?”

      “Owns it,” Alex informed them, and couldn’t keep the tinge of pride out of his voice.

      With nothing more than graphics design and New York to go on, he’d found her on the Internet earlier in the week. At least he’d found the person who had to be Sarah. She’d been Sarah Langley way back then; when her aunt adopted her after her parents’ death, she’d taken Aunt Becki’s last name. Now she was Sarah Nevins, her father’s name, and the sole owner of Great Graphics! in Chelsea. Five employees. Undercapitalized, barely making it, but getting good feedback on their work.

      The search had made him feel like a cyberstalker, and he didn’t intend to share anything but the firm’s name, even with these people.

      “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Suzi said, interrupting his thoughts. “I meant send flowers.”

      She so obviously wanted to add “You turkey,” that in spite of his annoyance that she still wasn’t listening, Alex couldn’t help but admire her restraint. “Flowers wouldn’t be appropriate,” he argued. “A contract to do our brochures and stuff, now that’s an offer she couldn’t refuse.”

      Thinking of Sarah not refusing him was enough to make him shift discreetly in his chair. He could hardly say her name without getting hard, and picturing her lying soft, sweet and naked in his bed, saying, “Yes, oh, yes…”

      “Oh, yes,” he said firmly, “a big contract will make an impression on her.”

      More silence. “Could we try it my way first?” Suzi pleaded with him.

      “I’d vote for that,” Mike said. “Or candy.”

      “How many times do I have to tell you. This is a business…” Alex said.

      “Candy’s risky,” Les said. “Give my wife candy, she says, ‘You want me fat so you can run off with some skinny bimbo?”’

      “What would she say to a fat contract?” Alex inquired.

      Their sympathetic, patronizing expressions spoke volumes. “Who’s our florist of choice these days, Suzi?” Carol said succinctly.

      “THIS ISN’T COMPANY BUSINESS,” Sarah snapped. “You don’t get to address my personal life in a staff meeting.”

      Each of her loyal colleagues handed her a sheet of paper. She glanced down at the first, which was from Ray. A letter of resignation. Her hands began to tremble as she leafed through one sheet after the other.

      “You’re all resigning?”

      “Or,” Macon said, “we’re going to discuss your personal life in this staff meeting.”

      “Blackmail.”

      “Right.”

      “What precipitated this…mutiny?”

      They all spoke at once.

      “The last grain of sand…” Macon began.

      “The straw that broke the camel’s back…” Rachel said.

      “The lowest blow…” Ray said.

      “The final blow…” Annie said, sounding teary, “was when you told me my Citibank brochure would make great confetti for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade.”

      “It was…vivid,” Sarah said. “It was hard to imagine bank customers relating Mardi Gras to estate planning.” She had to establish control over this situation. “But I apologize for my choice of words.”

      “Your vocabulary has blossomed over the last few days,” Jeremy said. “We think it’s time to deadhead it.”

      “That was very good, Jeremy,” Sarah said, “that connection between blossoming and deadheading.”

      “What’s deadheading?” said Rachel, whose idea of country life was to visit the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. “It sounds more sadistic than I, personally, feel at the moment.”

      “It was a metaphor,” Macon said impatiently. “Jeremy was drawing a nice little metaphor, which surprised Sarah because he’s the artist and Ray’s the writer and…”

      “You’re killing it with analysis,” Annie interrupted him.

      “Thank you, Annie,” Macon said. “The point, Sarah,” he went on, “is that you’re obviously unhappy, and if you won’t do something about it, we’re moving on.”

      “Like wagons at dawn,” Sarah said, gazing at them sorrowfully, “leaving the sick and wounded behind.”

      “You got it,” Ray said. “Now on the other hand, if you would lend a receptive ear, we might suggest a cure.”

      If Ray offered to solve her problem as Macon had, she’d scream. It was unlikely, given that Ray and Jeremy were a couple. “My, my, the rhetoric is just flowing this afternoon,” Sarah said. “If only we could put this same creative effort into our copywriting, Ray, we might…”

      “You’re doing it again,” Jeremy warned her.

      Sarah waved both hands in the air, noticing sadly that they flinched. “I’m turning down your resignations. Okay, what do you think I should do?”

      “Call him,” Annie said.

      They didn’t understand. “I can’t, Annie, I just can’t. What he did to me…”

      “About a million years ago,” Jeremy interjected.

      “I take it Macon has given you the gist of the story.”

      “It was the only way he could talk us out of e-mailing our resignations and sneaking back in the dark of night to clear out our desks,” Rachel said.

      “Oh. Then I suppose I should say thank you,” Sarah said, turning to Macon.

      “It would be a change.”

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