Impressing the Clients

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As we arrived at the airport, our supervisor, Kyle, came hugging me and Jackie. He's a mentor at work and a slutty friend outside work. I love him for it.

"Turn for me, ladies," Kyle teased. We happily obliged, knowing full well he loved checking our outfits and sometimes deciding what we should wear.

I was wearing a matching plain white cropped tube top and plain white biker shorts. Pairing it with an old cream colored sneakers and plain black blazer. I went for a street style look since it was a long flight and I wanted to be comfortable.

Jackie went with street style too. She was wearing an all-Nike outfit. Triple white Nike Air, a cropped hoodie and a jogger pants.

"You are both fucking gorgeous," he said to us as kissed our cheeks. "Though, Paula, we should work more on how to elongate those legs of yours. You look like a highschooler with your height," he teased.

"Hey! I'm tall enough!" I bragged.

"Honey, 5'5" is not tall enough," he commented with sass. "We can't stretch you any longer so we just have to pick the right outfit for you. I got you!" He kissed my cheeks again like that was supposed to make me feel better about my height.

Easy for him and Jackie, they were towering. He's 6'2" and Jackie's 5'9".

"At least I'm thick," I proudly said. "That, you are, babe," Jackie smiled at me. "If I'm straight, I would've definitely tapped you," Kyle added. We all giggled.

"I wonder how many British men we'll catch," he further teased. "Looking forward to it! I'm so done with Canadian men!" Jackie exclaimed. "No British men for me!" I mirrored Jackie's tone.

Mr. Ty arrived and walked up to us, "ready to fly, guys?" We all nodded happily.

Just in time that our flight was announced for boarding.

While we were walking, Mr. Ty turned to us and said, "I expect everyone to be at their best work. I have arranged a small vacation trip for us after the project to reward you only if we do well on this project."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ty. We got this, right ladies?" Kyle hyped us. "Fuck, yeah!" Jackie and I answered. We laughed and resumed walking. Mr. Ty can really be cool sometimes, I like him for it.

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We're high on the sky and the seatbelt light was off. Good thing, the client upgraded our seats to business class. There's so much leg room and the seat was so comfortable.

Jackie tapped my shoulder excitedly and pointed to the bar, "no time to waste!"

She literally dragged me from my seat and headed to the bar when suddenly we were blocked by Mr. Ty, "not so fast, my dear children. Meeting first," he motioned us to a table where Kyle was already seated. We all sat down.

"Brief them," Mr. Ty ordered Kyle.

"Okay, ladies, let's run through your tasks one last time." He started. "As you may know, this is a very important project to us. This will be the first construction project we'll handle. And lucky for us, our client, Mr. Davidson, is willing to give us this opportunity."

"Now, Jackie," Kyle turned to her, "you'll be handling supplies and equipments. I've given you all the documents you needed for that. You have to make sure everything is on time. We cannot afford any delay. We already arranged everything with the suppliers. Coordinate with them and report all expenses back to me complete with receipts and necessary signatures." Jackie nodded seriously.

"Paula," he now looked at me, "you'll be assisting me for the 1st month. We'll handle the people. Focus on quality checking and progress monitoring. We'll stay in touch with the foreman. On the 2nd and 3rd month, you'll be managing the project on your own. Report all progress within the day and the schedule of works for the next day. No setbacks. Daily reports as well."

"Yes, sir," I answered.

"Both of you are crucial to this project. I want full attention on working hours. No funny business. Mr. Davidson expects us to do this perfectly. And that's exactly what we will deliver, understood?" Jackie and I nodded.

"Very good. Now, let's get drinking," Mr. Ty announced. We all stood up happily and head to the bar.

We drank our way to London.

"We are so getting laid by British men!" Kyle screamed as he lifted his glass for a clink. "Hell yeah!" Jackie lifted her glass as well. "Not gonna be laid by British men, but cheers!" I joined them in.

A few hours more, we landed. It's now morning. I can't believe we drank all night. We arrived at London hung over or still drunk, I don't even know anymore.

Outside the airport, we were lead by the client's driver to our service vehicle, a Rolls Royce. Wow, way to slap his fortune, I thought to myself.

Not surprisingly, a champagne was served to us while we're on the road. "Bitch, I haven't met our client but I love him already! He keeps serving us liquor," Kyle initiated a clink once again.

"I know, right? I'm picturing him old and rich. Exactly my type," Jackie winked at us knowing full well that she'd jump on our client for this 'extra' lifestyle. Mr. Ty joined in, "darling, he's no old man. Just wait and see."

Now, we are all intrigued.

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