YOU REALLY GOT A HOLD ON ME

chapter.two

chapter.two

Hello I love you, won't you tell me your name

Hello I love you, let me jump in your game

She's walking down the street, blind to every eye she meets  

Do you think you'll be the guy  to make the queen of angels sigh?  

Hello I love you, won't you tell me your name                                                                                                     _____________________________________________                                                                 

For the next two weeks, Jesse Swanson moved round the H&H building and just as Benji predicted, he got his head round the place quick enough. Getting his head round the H&H business, however, was something else. The number of titles H&H had under its belt was mind-boggling enough; let alone the various other enterprises that came under H&H Corp.

Jesse ran his eyes down the report in front of him, digesting its contents. The numbers were beginning to morph in front of his eyes and he had to stop staring at them for a second. He was used to this. He did this for a living and he would find what was wrong with this picture. Nothing thrilled Jesse Swanson more than to work through a challenge.

Like trying to find out where that sexy brunette worked.

She had to work somewhere in H&H. He knew that. It was more than a coincidence that he saw that cat, that coffee stained Sex Pistols tshirt and bumping into her for the second time that day. He had tried to work out where. He had not seen her around either in the staff canteen or any of the common areas H&H staff used.

No. That was a lie.

He did saw her once.

He was on the mezzanine looking down on the building's main reception and there she was, hair flicked back, all attitude, all swagger, striding across the marble floor towards the exit. She cut a swathe through the usual throng of people at the busy reception and seemed to be immune to the admiring looks thrown by 90% of the males in that space. By the time he reached the ground floor and out of the exit doors, she was already gone.

He did discreetly popped round to both MODE and RUNWAY to find her. Well, with the way she was dressed in Valentino, that kick-ass fuck me boots and that runway walk, she should be in the fashion rags, right?

Nope. Not even a ghost of a shadow.

The only thing he got with his forays into MODE was an overenthusiastic, flirtatious welcome from a man-eater named Amanda. He could spot them a mile away. She looked so disappointed when he said he was looking for a short girl with dark hair and actually scowled before buzzing for someone. Jesse had thought he found the mysterious brunette, only to find a perky girl with black hair and braces by the name of Betty asking what she could help him with.

And at RUNWAY, of course, there was Aubrey. He couldn't quite say he was looking for a particular girl with Aubrey around. She would be suspicious.

"Well, Jesse, what do you think?"

He quickly snapped back into the room. Benji was looking at him expectantly. Jesse busied himself by doodling a little on his pad, like he was in deep thought. He could ask Benji, of course. Benji would know. But Jesse Swanson was supposed to be on his best behaviour. He could not let his guard down and slide into his old habits.

"There is so much to learn," Jesse said slowly, his mind racing ahead.

"Yes, you can see by the figures, H&H is in good shape. But both MODE and RUNWAY are haemorrhaging money - " Benji continued.