Posted by: jockmackenzie | April 29, 2009

“Dealing with Dymans” Chapter 5, Part 3

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Still a bit sheepish, Jack changed the topic. “So, what’s the ‘great’ news?”

“Oh, it’s just absolutely fabulous. It’s not even noon and Patty and I have had good news, better news, and great news. We got a phone call from Montreal and our first shipment of Electra tops is on its way, then one of our permits from City Hall came in the mail, and then – best of all – a photographer from the newspaper stopped by the shop and he wants to do a story on us. It’s going to be the best advertising you could possibly imagine. He took all kinds of pictures, from all kinds of angles, and then one of me, and one of Patty, and then one of us together. Oh, I just can’t believe how everything is coming together – and we owe so much of it to you. I just had to come over and tell you.”

And with that, she marched right over to Jack, reached up, and put her arms around his neck. She pulled him down to her waiting lips and gave him the longest congratulatory kiss he had ever had. “Oh, Jacko,” she whispered as she pressed closer, “I just don’t know how to thank you for all you’ve done.”

With that, the “let’s not rush headlong into a relationship” was forgotten.

• • •

An hour or so later, as Jennifer rode the elevator down from Jack’s apartment, she sighed and thought how wonderful it was to be in love. She truly loved Jack; he was absolutely the best, far better than she could have ever imagined, far better than she knew she deserved.

She had also loved Tony, and before him, Christopher, and Armand. . . but who was counting? Being in love was, well, lovely. The meeting, the first dates, the getting to know another human being on such an intimate level – and yes, the physical intimacy was nothing to be dismissed too easily. She just couldn’t get enough of “love” – each and every time she fell in it.

But enough! There was business to be done, money to be made, a reputation and a future to be established – and that photographer was certainly not too hard on the eyes – but it was really Patrice’s turn.

• • •

Jack’s phone rang. It was Leo Beauchamp, the night security guard from the mall.

Leo blurted, “Jack, it’s Leo. We’ve gotta talk. I’m at the mall right now but I won’t be able to see you until tomorrow. Your sign tinkering has caused more of a stink than you would ever have imagined.”

“Whoa, slow down. I’ve never heard you so wound up. What happened?”

“I don’t want to get into it over the phone. Just believe me when I tell you Dougie Dymans’ reaction was way over the top; he really blew a gasket and doesn’t seem to care who hears the yelling and carrying on. I’ll give you the details as soon as I’m off shift. Can you meet me at Bean There as soon as it opens?”

“Sure thing. You can’t tell me any more?”

“Not now, Jack. The repercussions are just too unbelievable.”

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