Where the Heart Lies

Its not Blackmail :)

A/N:

Short chapter i know but after this should be a fairly long one and things will begin to pick up :) 

I'm trying to put a few chapters this night- and hopefully work on a decent (temporary) cover for the book. 

You know what to do :)

Yolie X

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“Ms Berg, are you there?”

“Yes Michael, I’m sorry you were saying.”

“ Mr. Scott’s assistant just informed me that you’ll be leading the Dubai meeting.”

“What?! What happened to the Clark-brothers--I thought they left this morning.”

“Apparently there was a misunderstanding, the clients thought they were getting the original designer-that being you, and when they turned up, well you can imagine the rest.”

“Shit!” I said as threw myself down in my Herman Miller Aeron office chair, a gift from Michael and a few other members in my office for my last birthday. “ So what did we get an extension, when do I need to leave?”

“Well, Mr. Scott is prepping the jet as we speak-so I guess that’s him saying now.” as he spoke the words all I could think was Dubai, a hour ago I was looking

forward to a week of no work and now I’m flying to Dubai, not what I had in mind when I thought about how to relax this week but this is how I pay the bills. 

“Okay, this is what you can do for me Michael-I'm guessing your still in office. I need you to look in my office get my original design boards and plans. Put them in a car and get them to that jet and send a car to my house to pick me up in thirty-minutes.”

“Wont you need me to pack a bag also Ms Berg” 

“That wont be necessary, I’ll need you here in office managing my other accounts till I'm back.”

“Understood, those DB’s are on their way”

“Thanks Michael.”

Michael White, became my assistant two years ago-young with a great spirit, wonderful work ethic and could pass for a CK underwear model. I wont play the Saint and pretend as though that did not encourage my decision to employ him-but, I have spent the last two years telling myself he’s got great work ethic, enough to completely believe it myself. Ideally I would have him come along on such a trip but due to the circumstances I see and opportunity and I'm gonna seize it; with phone still in hand I began to dial.

“Hello, Scott Residence”

“Hi, Rosalie, its Ms Berg calling, for Mr. Scott-is he in yet?”

“He was, but I’m afraid you just missed him, I could transfer you to the limo.”

“That would be lovely Rosalie, thank you.”

Hmmm…should have guessed, his employees scattered across the globe working day-in and day-out and he’s sitting in a limo probably with one of his many concubines, on the way to the Opera or wherever (why bother I don’t know-just take the girl straight to the hotel I say). Men like my boss is why I don’t do relationships (at least that’s what tell myself these days). They can have great women behind them and still they parade these trash in public, just makes me sick.

“Scott, and this better be important” he answered the phone.

“Trust me, it is. I hope I didn’t interrupt  your ride,” I said heavy with my obvious double-meaning. “But my assistant has informed me on my very impromptu trip to Dubai.”

“Yes, everything is in order. Jet is waiting, hotel booked, car will be waiting for your pick-up at airport.”

“Our pick-up.” I retorted

“I’m sorry??”

“If you can remember, this was to be the start of my week off work, lucky for you I made no plans but to sit at home. But this predicament, which could have easily been avoided if you chose not to let your egotistical judgment cloud your objectivity...”

“Your point Ms. Berg” he interrupted

“My point is…you owe me Sir, and big. So ill make it easy for you. Your jet will carry not one but two passengers. I would like a two-bedroom Suite at the Armani-and an extra three days on top of whatever is required to complete this deal.”

“Ms. Berg, are you blackmailing me?”

“Of course not Mr. Scott, I’m simply negotiating a deal to make sure that everyone is completely satisfied, although I’m sure the lovely lady sitting beside you will do that just fine.”

“Very well, Ms. Berg-do what you wish. It shall be taken care of. Just make sure you come home with that contract.” he finally said.

“Thank you, and do enjoy your evening.” and just like that I had my all-expense paid vacation. It is amazing how much you can get done when my boss’s wife is very close friends with my mother. In fact, I’m sure at this very moment they are sitting over a glass of wine chatting like school girls. 

Not a minute to waste, the thought ran through my head, need to pack. Thankfully I have a pre-packed case for such business trips (yes, this is how dull my life is that one night I decided to pack an emergency business suitcase).

Next, I took out my  Iphone and messaged my girl.

Pack your bags, assistant. I need you with me in Dubai--we fly tonight. Oh did I forget to mention-I got the company jet, and my boss by the balls-all expense paid vacay! So I don’t want to hear the bullshit-I’m picking you up in 20.

Five minutes later I got a message saying “Done”. Not sure if that meant she was done packing already or just saying ‘yes’ but who cared. All expense-paid vacation with my best friend-three days of no work on top of that. What could go wrong.