A Piece of My Heart

42: "into the men's toilet, please."

Cynthia-New York

Scott stretched as his eyes opened and realized he wasn't in his own bed. Looking around he remembered that he was staying with Cynthia for a while. He was glad to be there because he always cared for her as an aunt but he was frightened now because Michael Ranier was a loose cannon capable of doing anything for power, control and money and Cynthia and CYN, Inc, was clearly a target. Knowing he was involved with Paul Prenter was concerning and he really didn't know what to do about it except to watch out for Cynthia. He was glad his mother was out of town in case any trouble brewed, you could never underestimate Paul Prenter nor Michael Ranier."

"Scotty,  did you see my attache case" Cynthia called from her bedroom.

"Yeah, hold on, you left it on the hall table do you want me to bring it to you?" Scott asked.

Cynthia said no as she walked out of her bedroom wearing jeans and one of Freddie's Queen t-shirts that was part of their promotional merchandise. The Queen machine were never shy about hawking and lending their name to various products. Their name was plastered on multiple t-shirts, hoodies, mugs, key chains as well as hats and socks. But this shirt she stole from Freddie's dresser. She looked adorable and Scott knew if  Freddie saw her, he would whisk her away to the bedroom.

"Sir Peter will be calling tonight, I would like you on the extension taking notes, ok?" Cynthia asked.

"Sure. What's planned for today?" Scott asked.

"Big doings, going to lace it into Michael this morning and see how he responds" Cynthia added. "Let's get ready, the car will pick us up in thirty minutes, will you be ready?"

Scott nodded and headed into his bathroom to shower and dress.

They both arrived at Cyn, Inc., and her board was already seated, but Michael wasn't there.

Cynthia POV

Good morning everybody. It seems Michael isn't here for this board meeting so we will proceed without him. Yesterday we acknowledged that you and I were left in the dark about events beneficial to Cyn, Inc. 

I visited Scott yesterday and the firm sent him flowers and platters his father's wake.  The company plane also flew his mother to Michigan for a visit with her sister.

Now to fill you in on Live Aid and Elton John. It was a wonderful experience working with him and his cohorts and I'm not going to say it wasn't exciting to break bread with Mick Jagger and be befriended by Rod Stewart.  And yes, before you ask any more questions about my personal life, I was in a relationship with Freddie Mercury. Yes, I see by your faces the disbelief, thee Freddie Mercury. Anything you're thinking about, regarding him, IS WRONG! Trust me.

I looked around the table seeing each one of my board members smiling, giggling and raising of  the eyebrows. Let them think what they want. I know what I have and can't wait to be with him again. Oh God, just thinking about him is getting me wet. What did that rock God do to me?

Ok, I digressed for a bit, let's get back to the Live Aid After Party.  Start taking notes kiddies, because here are the changes.  It is not going to be at the Ritz, it is at Xenon, an upscale space worthy of the event. The place has been painted in psychedelic colors with small stages peppered throughout the space. All the band members  are on posters with their instruments displayed in front of them. Security has been set up for not only the musicians but for their instruments as well. Insurance has been provided and a well-known chef is supervising the food and drink. Journalists have been notified with invitations sent out with their accompanying photographers.

All eyes were on me now, glistening in awe and happiness. This is indeed a feather in our cap. God, I want Freddie now!

I had bagels and Danish set  up with plenty of hot coffee and the board converged on the buffet like locusts.