Boss lady-2

‘All because of that filthy bitch!’ I muttered to myself as I made my way down the hall.

The next morning there was a note from Grant in my inbox.

Morning, Tim.

Jenna had the idea of all of us meeting at her apartment after work. She’s ordering some catered hors’ d’ouervres. We’ll get a few bottles of red, and mull things over. Her place at seven.

Regards,

Grant

Sure, why not? As if I were important to this so-called meeting. Hey, Grant. Why don’t I just stay outside and wax all of your cars while you have your talk. Fuck! Well, I couldn’t not go. But the idea of accepting her hospitality really galled me. What could I do, though?

Later, I thought of something. I’d bring the wine. I’d offer to do it. Then, I would bring bottles of the finest premier cru bourdeaux I could get my hands on. I would steal the show!

I left work at five, and went directly to to Marcel’s, a purveyor of fine wines. I came away with six bottles of Chateau Margaux, ’95. They wrapped them in colored tissue paper, and boxed them up very nicely.