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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Dear Derek,
Apologies for not being able to chat earlier, bit of a hectic day. I really liked your session some really interesting topics.
I would be interested to hear more.
Catherine X
I read through the email, still working at after 10pm I thought. I wrote a response.
Dear Catherine,
Thanks for the email, I really enjoyed the session. Would love to discuss further sometime. You should pack it in for the night, it’s gone ten pm.
And thanks for the kiss!
Del
I sat on the sofa and smiled to myself, a bit cheeky but all in good humour.
My phone buzzed again, it was Catherine.
Purely accidental, I will check my diary and send you an invite.
Night Del x
I love a good flirt, and this was right up my street. I didn’t respond that night but went to bed hoping that the invite arrives as she said.
Being self-employed I can plan my days how I like, had a session at a company that afternoon but the morning was my own. I went down the gym and pottered about hoping that I would hear from Catherine but nothing. I pushed it to the back of my mind and carried on with my day, but every once in a while my mind would drift off to those legs, crossed in front of me, those sexy heels, those glasses. My phone pinged, I checked the time, 11pm. It was an email from Catherine. Hi, I have some time to discuss future sessions this Friday at 5pm if you are free. Regards Catherine.
It was very formal which was disappointing but again late, why send an email so late..maybe she was thinking about me. Self indulgent I know, but that didn’t stop my mind drifting to what she might be doing, was she in bed thinking about me. Ridiculous really, maybe she was just working late and was a busy woman. I decided not to reply as I needed to check the diary and it was late.
The next day I checked the diary and I was free Friday afternoon so opened my email to let Catherine know. There was a new email from Catherine, I opened it and was a bit surprised with the tone of the email.
Dear Derek,
I appreciate that people don’t keep the same hours as me, the read receipt said that you read the email last night. My time is precious and my schedule is full most of the time. I thought that a meeting would mutually benefit both our companies and I would appreciate a response promptly.
Regards Catherine.
Wow, unbelievable I said aloud, I began writing a response trying not to let my anger get the best of me, but in honesty the response was more curt than I would normally send.
Catherine,
While I appreciate that you are busy and may keep hours different to others, however, I run my diary as I see fit. I should remind you that I am not one of your employees and although happy to meet with you to discuss things further, I feel that this business relationship has not got off to the best footing and you may want to look elsewhere for your training needs.
Regards
Derek.
I fired it off, thinking that a response was unlikely, and although I’ve probabky cut off my nose to spite my face I don’t appreciate those kind of emails and respect is a requirement of mine. I carried on with my day and was surprised when I received a diary invite for Friday at 5pm. Which out of curiosity more than anything I accepted. That night again I receive another email, this time from her personal email account rather than her work account.
Hey, I’m sorry about that email, under a lot of stress. Loved your response. See you Friday x c.
This was crazy, she was running hot and cold, but I don’t hold a grudge and understand how stress can get on top of people so I sent back “no problem, look forward to it. See you Friday.
Friday arrived and I got myself ready for the meeting with no idea what to expect, I put on another suit and white shirt, boring I know but it’s classic and professional. I arrived a bit earlier than expected and sat in reception, being Friday and late in the day people were beginning to leave. The receptionist said she would take me through as Catherine was ready to see me. She walked me through the emptying open plan office and led me to the office at the back. She knocked on the door and opened it and led me through. Catherine stood up and said “come in Derek” and she walked around her desk and held out her hand for me to shake. “Thank you for coming, please sit down” there were two chairs in front of her desk facing each other at an angle but to be honest I wasn’t bothered about the furniture, she Looked stunning, again her hair tied up, a pink satin shirt under a professional looking black jacket. Her lips painted to match the shirt and as she sat opposite me on the chair her nylon clad long legs that I sneaked a very quick look at. The business look has always been a favourite of mine and boy could she carry it off. “Firstly let me apologise for the email again, I’m used to getting what I want and sometimes when I’m frustrated that tends to rear it’s ugly head” I explained that it wasn’t an issue and we sat and discussed what she required for her business. When she stood up and took her jacket off and turned around to hang it on the coat stand I couldn’t help admiring her body, she was tall, which I liked, and my eyes shamedly scanned her body, her arse looked great in the skirt she was wearing and those heels stretched her calves in just a sexy way. She returned to her chair, and crossed her legs as we continued our conversation. I spied there was no wedding ring which intrigued me. I found myself being taken in by her confidence, the way she carried herself she was hot. I asked her to tell me about the history of the company, it’s ethos and it’s culture and her history. “I started working here when I was twenty in reception, 25 years later I’m the owner and director, I worked my way up and put up with men’s stupid comments, all trying to shag me ive had to grow a very thick skin. “I was a bit taken back by the comment I wasn’t expecting it, but she had revealed her age, 45 I have a soft spot for older women anyway. “I know people think I’m a bitch, but I expect people to share my work ethic and I don’t put up with anything less, when I want something done I want it done my way, that’s why your training on being assertive spoke to me.” “There is nothing wrong with wanting success” I said to her. “I’m glad you agree” she replied. I asked how she came to owning the company, she said that she inherited some money and she brought a stake in the company and over time that stake increased until she had the controlling interest. “Must be tough on home life, late nights etc not much time for family I asked, I was digging I wanted to know if there was a husband, kids or partner around. “Being single helps, we’ll im divorced. I may seem like I’m the boss, or a bitch, whatever but I don’t want to be that person at home but that’s what it ended up being like, you know I want to be different, not coach someone through life, in the end no excitement or anything so we divorced, got fed up with dealing with idiot boys during the day and then going home to one in the evening. I wasn’t expecting so much information from her or openness. Was she trying to tell me that she likes to be controlled or was I reading this wrong? I needed to push a little more which I was more than happy to do. |
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