In light of the day's occurrences, Phil was in a somewhat oddly jovial mood. Where he had somehow summoned up the courage to point out to his boss Lydia that he was indeed worth his salt. That his ideas on getting the new apartments occupied were sound and were not what competitors were doing.
She huffed off back to her office after the mild debate and he wondered what snide, underhanded way she was plotting to get back at him. He wanted to change jobs, but frankly despite Lydia being unreasonable at times, she did let him get on with things on his own and was at least bright enough to see that his work was getting results. Being in the rental market in the Caribbean was not exactly as remunerative as one could hope for but certainly the lifestyle, scenery and clime was some sort of compensation. Phil had really no idea how he was going to secure any sort of a non-working retirement.
Lydia was strikingly beautiful and had a mix of East Indian mother and her father was half Dutch, half Japonese. She was additionlly equipped with a sharp intellect and was generally personable but prone to flashes of judgemental anger which, on first meeting her, you would conclude were out of character. He'd never really had a personal conversation with her as she was very private and certainly on the few social occasions out of the office she was quite guarded and tended to dodge personal questions, politely of course. There was really not much he knew about her apart from her partner was an American businessman currently on the Island establishing two all inclusive resorts for an investment firm. They were almost built and were being fitted and staffed and the supply lines and so on were been gooved in and the operating licences were being pushed through governmental approvals. When she talked about him, she talked about his work, not what he was like as a person, notably. You would almost think they were business partners, nothing more.
